#i have been looking for more blogs run by POC to follow because of the fact that so many I used to follow have completely inactive blogs now

[hahaifolded]

141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Thanks for lunch Author's Notes: y'all see what I'm doing here... (ALSO imma go through my recent following this weekend and start blocking minors/ageless blogs. You've been warned!) Warnings: MDNI, Angst

Did Price play nice with Ghost? No. But he wasn't captain of a successful SAS team for no reason. The man here was playing chess, not checkers.

While it was his order to end whatever relationship they had with you, he gave himself some grace. He is Captain after all. He had to maintain some sort of relationship with you. Professionally, at least. I mean what kind of Captain would he be if he didn't watch out for his own?

That's why when he heard a loud gasp come out of your office, he went to check.

"Everything good?" he asks. You stand up in shock after just rummaging through your bag. You assure him everything was fine. This is your problem, not his.

"Are you sure? I'm the captain here, your problems are my problems" he pushes back. He throws you a small, comforting smile. Going against your best judgement, you decide to complain to your captain. You could take any support right now. Since Gaz and Ghost made it clear that they didn't care about you and Soap was doing his own thing, you were willing to take anything from anyone. Even if it's your boss who likes to remind you of your pitfalls.

"It's not that big of deal really. I just forgot my lunch today and I didn't have time to eat breakfast before coming in so I'm just a little disappointed." But while you're bummed out, Price sees an opportunity to give back.

So after giving you his condolences, he rushes back to his office and orders you both lunch. He tells himself that this was just him being a good captain. If you're hungry, you won't be able to work efficiently and obviously he has to make sure his team was on point. Did he go a little overboard with his order? Maybe. But you missed breakfast so you're probably starving. Better safe than sorry.

The order was set to come at noon. But to his disappointment, an emergency came up, forcing lunch to become a working group lunch. He wasn't concerned of what the others would think, because at the end of the day, he was just being a good captain.

So after setting y'all's lunch in the conference room, Price heads back to his office to pick up his laptop. On his way, he runs into you walking towards the conference room

He shoots you a quick smile, letting you know he’ll be there soon. Although small, it feels nice to be seen. So what if Ghost and Gaz didn’t care about you? It seems like you still have your captain.

A savory aroma hits your nose as you walk into the conference room. Your stomach growls. Your mouth waters as you see the rest of the team eating takeout.

“Oh, that looks good. Where’s it from?” Ghost and Gaz ignore you. Soap keeps eating but has the decency to respond.

With mouth in his food, he says, “honestly no clue. Price got this for us as his way to say thanks for our hard work.” You couldn’t believe it. When you complained this morning to Price, you didn’t think he would go out of his way to order everyone lunch. You could almost cry right now.

Before you can say anything, Price walks in. He freezes. He opens his mouth to speak but Soap beats him to it.

“There you are Captain. I put your plate by your seat,” he announces. You look at the table once more and count 1- 2- 3- 4… 4 plates. 4 plates and 5 people. And that's when it hits you. He got lunch for the team... not us, but his team. You nearly scoff out loud. This was real fucking low of him. Out of any day he could have "thanked" the team with lunch, he decides to do it today, the one day you confide in him about forgetting your own lunch. This is just cruel.

Price starts to sweat. He couldn't believe it. Ghost and Gaz keep eating while Soap stares at him. He's smiling, but Price could tell from his eyes that Soap was taunting him. He looks at you, but you don't bother to look at him. You just head to your seat and set your things down.

Annoyed, you tell Price to sit down so the meeting can start. Price hesitantly walks to his seat. He knows this looks bad, but he can't think of any way to spin this around. If he told you the truth, he'll look like a hypocrite in front of the boys. If he plays along, you'll for sure never trust him again. And it didn't help that Soap went on and on about how good the food was.

Unable to make a decision, Price opts to not eat. Or at least tried to.

"Cap'n, aren't you going to eat?" Soap asks loudly. Eyes goading him. Ghost and Gaz stop eating, curious to see how this will play out.

"I think I'll eat later. Not that hun--"

"Eat," you interrupt him. Your voice sharp. "It'll get cold. Just eat." You stare at Price, eyes completely cold. You have never looked at Price with so much disdain before.

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[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

Hello!

I hope I'm not being invasive by posting this ask.

My names is Zade and I run a blog dedicated to Baldur's Gate 3.

Both the game and its fandom have a huge racism issue.

About the game: There is only one black core companion in the game, Wyll, whose story ties directly to the events of the game. He is a textbook prince charming. He also is the companion with the least amount of content and a lot of it is bugged. The writers even publicly mock him and dismiss the issues he faces in-game (he is subdued by a devil that is white-coded). Fans have been sending reports to the developpers for months and are consistently ignored in favour of fans of the more popular (white) companions/NPCs.

A new patch was released a few days ago where Wyll was once again sidelined. This led to a lot of outrage and some responses to that outrage tap directly into the fandom's antiblackness.

About the fandom: Since the game was released, gamers have repeatedly dismissed Wyll as being boring and go to great lenght to justify why they don't interact with him. They purposefully ignore the fact that the character was rewritten late in production in-part because people who played the beta version of the game couldn't handle him having flaws and depth. As of today, he is the least represented in fanarts and posts concerning him will generally receive less engagement than those featuring his white counterparts.

It's no mystery that a lot of Wyll's fans are POC. Those same fans are consistently called aggressive and hostile by the white fandom when they demand that all main companions are treated with the same amount of care. They refuse to see the racism the only black companion faces both inside and outside the game. Our reactions and demands are described as disproportionate and entitled.

I thought this ongoing issue could be of interest to you.

Bonus: A petition is going around to tackle his lack of content and care by the developpers here.

hey thanks for messaging us!!! this ask is not a bother at all :D this is what we're here for. Sadly I know more about bg3 because of the fandom antiblackness against Wyll than anything positive at this point. (I found this article which was similar to an ask one of our blogs got I'm so sorry I can't seem to find it https://www.themarysue.com/baldurs-gate-3-is-the-latest-target-of-racist-dog-whistle-mods/)

Thanks for this summary, blog promotion, and fandom racism breakdown I looked through the first page and it looks great so far!!!

Followers please go give Zade a follow on the blog @absansombre and check out the petition!

mod ali

[tittyinfinity]

I've noticed that the vast majority of people that I've come across who hold this "vote blue no matter who" opinion are white.

And I know firsthand that a major part of white USamerican culture is making sure that white people stay comfortable. And I don't just mean that as far as politics - white families even expect their family members to never bring up any topics that make them uncomfortable, lest you be accused of "ruining the mood." I can't talk about disability rights without getting scolded on how my complaints "turn everything too negative." And just because you have progressed further left than your white family members does not mean you have completely unpacked just how much USAmerican society is based on your white personal comfort.

There are white people being oppressed for their gender, sexuality, and disabilities, yes. But any issue we face, BIPOC are affected by twice as hard. But again, because of White Comfort, we have to pretend like we're all equally oppressed for these issues. "Omg don't make it into a race thing, don't play oppression olympics, we're all in this together!"

If we're all in this together then "together" should include allowing them to safely voice their opinions. Even if you don't agree with them.

the fact that there has been never-ending genocide from the US ever since it was was "founded" and we're still gonna believe that electoral politics can save us just because they haven't committed genocide towards the able-bodied white people living here "yet" is extremely concerning in terms of seeing just how far we'll let democrats go as long as the genocide goes to someone else. I guess we're gonna completely forget about the BIPOC and disabled people who have already been dealing with murder & oppression here in this country for hundreds of years. Let's just forget about the fact that we still have camps at the Mexican border to throw people in while stealing their children and adopting them out to white families. Let's just forget about the fact that the government still poisons the water in black neighborhoods. Let's just ignore that our government allows disabled people to suffer and die because of lack of access to healthcare, money, and accessibility in general. ESPECIALLY disabled BIPOC. Let's just ignore how Native Americans haven't stopped dealing with genocide ever since the first white man showed up.

People here who have been continuously oppressed throughout every presidency have been trying to tell everyone this for years. I noticed a lot of the BIPOC bloggers I used to follow are no longer active on their accounts, because Y'ALL DROVE THEM OFF THE WEBSITE. Because you put this expectation on them to be super polite about their criticism of the government lest they be accused of being too rude or angry, which is literally a racist talking point that has been used to suppress the voices of black women. Many of them being accused of being "Russian psyops." A lot of white people posting about supporting BLM while telling POC to shut up every time they criticize our system.

How many more years do we need to wait for liberation just to make sure those of us who aren't who aren't impacted can be comfortable, because "at least that's less genocide?"

And I can't speak for every disabled person, but my life has gotten significantly worse under Biden than it did Trump because he's doing nothing to stop the inflation crisis. They give me $760 a month. And that was after I spent a year fighting to get it raised from $700. But then they also took away $100 of my food stamps right after raising my SSI, and this month, they reduced it by $70 more. So they actually took $110 a month AWAY from me. I won't give Trump any credit for it, but I got enough food stamps to feed my entire family of 5 at the time, and now, with a total of $170 less food stamps for the month added onto how food prices are skyrocketing, I can't even feed my family of THREE for two weeks. I'm living at my mom's because I lost the ability to afford the $100 increase in my rent. I'm starting to think maybe the presidential election doesn't matter much if neither candidate can stop bad shit from happening and keep INCITING it instead

i can't shut up i'm sorry I'm ranting about Biden again

I'm starting to think Trump's presidency really wasn't any worse than what we have going on now, he was just targeting different people.

Bear with me.

The thing is, Biden has been the president for most of the pandemic and he hasn't been doing anything to stop the spread of it, so when people say "but Trump would kill US here!!" I wanna mention that Biden is already killing people of all parts of the political spectrum with his passiveness on covid

Biden is smarter than Trump. He's been in politics longer. He has had decades of learning how to maneuver politics. He has agreed with a lot of bad policies, many more than Trump even had the ability to do w his only 4 years of presidency. Trump is more interested in his image than anything else. Which is also dangerous! But it's much easier to convince people that Trump, a guy who is loud about his prejudices and caused a lot of damage because of that, is worse than a guy who pretends to agree with you on issues and then commits literal genocide.

Like I said, it just changes who is targeted instead. But is that really the case? We're already being targeted in different ways. A few good things have passed under Biden! But we also lost more bodily autonomy rights as far as abortion and trans rights go (not everywhere, but many states have become dangerous to live in). "That's not completely his fault" sure! Well then if the president doesn't have the power to change things truly for the better themselves, then worrying about who the president will be doesn't really matter. Also, presidents in the US have the ability to make executive orders.

And maybe he has spoken up on these things more and I just haven't heard about them - but Biden does not take the time to speak out about the anti-abortion, anti-trans, or healthcare related issues, except for the occasional quip here and there before he goes right back to not giving a shit. And I'm only using those as an example because a lot of "vote blue no matter who" people apparently only care about what happens to people here instead of in other countries.

And it's just really shitty to say "well what about the people who COULD die under a republican presidency instead of the real people dying from Biden's incitement of genocide right now!"

Trump incited a LOT of hatred in our country, yes. It pushed people to be more loud and open about their prejudices. But the deaths caused by hate crimes and COVID here in America were not on near of a large and deadly scale as what Biden is doing right now. We didn't watch our entire cities get destroyed and have our entire families wiped out.

So it seems, again, like the "vote blue no matter who" crowd only cares about politics when it comes to how THEY will (or MIGHT) be affected.

Am I saying vote for Trump or DeSantis? Fuck no. I'm saying prevent the next election from happening and burn this imperialistic genocidal government to the ground. The US has caused enough death, well into the millions, ever since it was created, and hasn't ever stopped committing genocide. But it only seems to matter when it (COULD) happen to white Americans.

Mexican people are still being put in cages and having their children stolen, too.

Indigenous people are still being murdered.

Disabled people are still dying from lack of accessible healthcare.

And the prices of everything have SKYROCKETED since Biden became president.

People are already suffering under a democratic president. You just won't care until it happens to you.

[myteavsricochet]

First of all I hope I'm not overstepping by doing this on your blog and for staying off anon because I'm frankly too old to be hiding behind the little gray icon dude I've been doing the fandom thing for close to 15 years (God I'm old).

As someone who came back to tumblr (hadn't opened tumblr in like 6 years) exclusively to keep an eye on the TZP tag because he's the first actor I have a genuine interest in years, not only because he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen but also because he's engaging and funny and charismatic and because I think he could really go places if he was allowed good roles, actors can be naturally talented but most actors really get their chops from working with good directors and actively learning on set from their peers.

(As a disclaimer, I love Nick he's great and I hope his career thrives.)

Which is why the fact that people who constantly compare his career to Nick's is incredibly belittling, as your anons pointed out Taylor isn't white and that cuts the roles he can auditioned for by like 80%, the fact of the matter is TZP is always going to have a hard time finding roles because to most casting directors casting a white man is going to be easier than having to make space for a POC.

I can only assume that most of the vitriol from Nick's (who is an absolutely lovely dude) fans comes from plain old jealousy, TZP is out here hustling, attending events, etc. While Nick is not, how this is somehow Taylor's fault in their eyes? I don't even want to guess. The truth of the matter is that Taylor has to do all those things because he runs the risk of fading, he needs the networking and the connections if he wants to continue his career which is a sad truth.

On the topic of fashion, I'm only a casual observer but my god is it hard in the fashion world. Making a foothold in an industry that is filled with old brands set in their ways and where nepotism is rampant, more so than Hollywood, is almost impossible so that fact that Taylor has is beyond impressive. A career in fashion could even be more lucrative for him than an acting career which is unpredictable, a lot of people forget fashion is not just the models and the designer but all the behind the scene people that run the fashion houses, so saying Taylor is just a fashion boy? Sure, but fashion would be an amazing career path to follow, specially because Taylor believes deeply in sustainable fashion, he could really make a difference working in a behind the scenes role.

Ngl I've been giggling about the anon saying that Taylor isn't filming anything right now because he said he had a movie coming up, as if saying that somehow makes Taylor a liar. Here's the thing about that no one is filming anything right now, award season just started, Hollywood is too busy making nice with each other to make movies or shows right now, half the battle of winning awards is kissing the ass of the voters, as someone who enjoys the fashion of award season the sheer amount of events for the next month or so is wild, the stars are going to be very busy looking pretty.

No point to this rant really, just as someone who chooses to lurk around here and other places, is really starting to grind on my gears that some of Nick's fans will put down Taylor for no really reason while I've never seen this behavior from a Taylor towards Nick.

Again you don't have to post this if you don't feel comfortable.

I'm posting this ask of yours because I feel genuinely that you don't want to put one of the boys down in any way and I absolutely agree with all the points 😊

Unfortunately this comparison has been going on since the movie came out and it seems like there can never be a fandom in the world without toxic elements that only cause problems for the other costar and other fans 🥴

I want to specify that obviously it's not everyone, there are a lot of people who support both of them OR they mainly support Nick but they show respect to Taylor as it should be even if they don't follow him beyond rwrb. But there are people who are terrified there is someone other than Nick out there who is appreciated and loved and continuing to tear Taylor down like that only shows how privileged they are for not seeing the reality and the struggle that poc have to do, and Taylor specifically in this moment, in that industry.

Nick doesn't even need this attitude, which he would never tolerate and doesn't bring him anything good but who knows if they'll ever understand.

By the way how sad and insensitive it is after seeing a movie like rwrb and the people who worked on it and seeing how much heart they put into it to keep saying that Nick is the only good one who works and will works and he is done and over rwrb and he doesn't need that movie when even Aneesh some days ago in her stories said she hasn't had any roles yet and is it so difficult for her to find a job?

And they use the white actor (with immense talent, who deserves everything, let's clarify that again) against people who don't know when they will find a new place for them? so horrible.

I agree with every point and I don't have much to add and thank you for writing to me without the gray icon 😊🙏🏻

[in-the-pocket]

Hey! Personal jazz enthusiast blog here and saw you interact with my blog a few days back. You've got a really cool blog concept!

Just curious, are you into the history of jazz/lindy? I've been thinking a lot about how 'white' it appears to be as of late. No bad thoughts about your character! I just mean in general. Hope to hear your thoughts! :)

[ OOC:

Hey! Thanks for the compliment and checking out the random blog that probably liked some vintage photos and music posts lol. I genuinely appreciate it.

Next, absolutely no offense taken. The Toni (me) behind this blog is a POC and damn proud of it. <3 Honestly? You're right. There's a lot of discourse about this very thing in the Lindy Hop community because of dancers around the world that are the modern faces of the community. Laura Glaess is a great example. Phenomenal follow, truly innovative and so expressive and retains the spirit and character of traditional vernacular/solo jazz dancing. Pop in "lindy how to" in Youtube and she's always gonna be in the top results.

To be so forreal with you, personally, it doesn't bother me when it comes to the big names in the jazz/lindy world. Y'know why? Because they appreciate the history and roots of the very music they revolve their lives around. And you have awesome big faces in the communities who are BIPOC, like Tim Christopher (who I've danced with, btw, he's fucking insane-- such a clear lead, so smooth, literally effortless for him. He's also insanely encouraging lol) who keep the history alive and educate people.

The white-washing of jazz and swing bothers me when we talk about popular media and more casual members of the two communities that simply don't care enough to learn about the foundations. Which is fucking insane to me. How tf do you get to pop turn variations? Fucking practice the fundamental move of rotations. How do you hit a staccato run that suddenly turns into 3/4? You fucking. Practice normal runs. You need a foundation to build on.

So why should music history be any different?

I'm a bit more forgiving of jazz listeners only, but jazz musicians and serious dancers that say they "love the community"? Yeah nah. Being ignorant but willing to learn is one thing. Simply not caring is another. Imo it says a lot about a person, no matter how good they are.

(Keep in mind, my blog is still an infant lol. I'm curating a lot more behind the scenes to get it to the place I want it to be at.)

My aim with this blog definitely isn't to white-wash the very communities I adore/call home. Yes, Pip is white, but she's a talented musician who knows about the men and women that paved the way for her to be where she is. They were Black, dancing in the Savoy Ballroom, fueling the Harlem Renaissance and facing oppression and ridicule for it the whole time.

This is a role play blog and I don't want to be annoying lol BUT I have every intention of retaining the very heart and soul of jazz through appreciation, analysis and teaching/education posts. If you decide to stick around, those posts will be tagged under "music ed".

Thank you thank you thank you for this insightful question. I'm actually pretty pleased to know someone took a look at my blog and despite it being for role play decided to ask if I really understood where all this came from.

You're kickass for that, deadass. Thank you. ]

[deadthatmetalhead]

Pinned Post

This just contains some additional info about this blog for those that are interested. It's not 100% necessary to read.

Here's some basic info, aka the TLDR:

- NO elitism on this blog

- I post whatever I want regardless of its popularity

- This blog, above all else, is an archive. You may not like the bands or genres I post, but I'm here to archive them regardless.

- I try to avoid posting nazi bands, but I can't know everything about every band. DM me if I unknowingly post a band with nazi members/lyrics.

- Some bands are controversial for one reason or another. But if that band is important to the metal scene and it's history I MAY post it despite the controversy for archival purposes. My posts aren't a personal endorsement of anyone's political or religious beliefs.

Have a recommendation for this blog? Feel free to send an ask or a DM with the name of the band and an album by them!

My main blog is here

Thanks for reading! Longer version below if you have any concerns.

Is there a DNI?

Not really? I think anybody can enjoy metal and its many subgenres regardless of age (so minors are fully welcome here). Most of my posts are in a very, very long queue, so I am not usually active enough to see who likes/reblogs my posts.

That being said, I don't like Nazis, TERFS, or the weirdos that excuse their behavior. If that pisses you off, then this blog isn't for you. I won't outright say DNI (since im not active enough to monitor everyone who follows me), but just know this isn't a safe space for you, and I'll block you if you start spewing your political or religious beliefs onto my posts. I post POC bands, trans fronted bands, and bands woth LGBTQ members/lyrics for a reason.

How Do I Decide What Bands I Post?

Every band I post, whether it be an image or an album recommendation, is either one I have listened to and enjoy, or one that is important to the history of metal music. I post whatever I want, and whether it's popular or not doesn't affect what I post.

I'm not an elitist. I do not care what you think is "real metal" or if you hate clean singing. I dont care if you've been a metalhead for 15 years or if you just discovered Slayer last week, everyone deserves to enjoy metal.

Elitists ruin this scene and the opportunities of our bands, so I dont plan on acting like one by only posting whatever you think "real" metal is.

What About Controversial Bands?

The metal genre and community are ripe with controversy all the time. From nazi bands to bands that used to proudly wave the confederate flag. I'm well aware of this. But I don't know everything about every band.

I won't bar a band from being posted just because one member is a conservative or one member said something disgusting. Oftentimes, not all members of a band agree with each other. This is part of the nature of making music. I don't blame an entire band/genre for one individual.

But if an entire band has done something bad enough to make me question ever listening to them, I won't post them. This is why I draw a hard line at never posting NSBM. Neo-nazis can go get fucked.

Can I Recommend A Band?

Sure! I want this blog to encompass as many bands and genres of metal as possible. You can send me a DM or anon ask if you'd like to recommend something.

When recommending, please also list an album from that band that you believe is their best work. I'll look into it and post it as long as the band is in one or more genres of metal. So no punk, rock, or goth bands unless the band crosses over into a metal genre that's similar (think crossover metal, gothic metal, glam metal).

If you have any other questions/concerns about how this blog is run and why I post what I post, feel free to send me a DM.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Do you have any lesser know dc comics to recommend? I followed you for Impulse content, but I see you talking about a lot of comics I know nothing about and I am very intrigued by them. Would love to get into some of them but I'm not sure where to start.

Apologies for the lack of Impulse content (lately), there are about 3 blogs currently doing live-blogs for his series so I didn't want to sort of shoehorn in.

Anyway as for lesser known or unpopular comics I would highly recommend;

1.) New Gods and the extended Fourth World by Jack Kirby.

I'm reading New Gods right now - I feel like opening up to The Fourth World is just a good idea for any DC fan as it circles back to the main universe for the heroes quite a bit in some way and it gives you a better understanding of who Darkseid is, at the very least.

As important and beloved by comic collectors and historians as these comics are, I've found that very, very, very few comic fans have ever picked up a single issue.

Start with New Gods 1971 #1

2.) Reboot "Post-Zero Hour Legion of Super Heroes"

If you love Impulse, then you may love LOSH as we get to see more of his beloved cousin Jenni. Despite it having dozens of characters each one gets to have lovely stories that make you care about each and every one of them.

Like with New Gods, I don't run into many that have read the 90s LOSH (or any LOSH) as it is an outlier to the main timeline. Still it is incredibly important to the main timeline in many ways and it gives us a whole new world to play in 1000 years in the future across the galaxy where finally the fucking Batman isn't relevant.

It is everything TTv3 should have been, and despite being older, it somehow is less problematic in every single area.

It's like Star Trek meets Justice League where every league member is a teenager and yet has MORE responsibility and power than they EVER did. There's something about it... these teenagers ARE teenagers but they are all basically expected to be adults at all times and they have varying degrees of successes. They are like the anti-Young Justice- whose message was 'teenagers are teenagers, not babies, not children, not adults' and instead they just don't.... GET to BE teenagers due to broken family dynamics or governmental interference.

Reads more like a manga which some may appreciate more.

Send a DM or an ask for reading order because to start it's weird and even I need to look it up.

3.) Orion by Walter Simonson

My absolute two favorite comics EVER produced by DC are 1.) Impulse then 2.) Orion. Everything about this series is literature as it goes through Orion's adventures as he dethrones Darkseid and rules on Apokolips. We get him falling, redeeming himself and finally truly accepting himself for who he is and finally discovering who he is. Also yes, he and Lightray are still madly in love. The art also slaps.

You start with Orion #1. It's also in TPB compiled into two books.

4.) Relative Heroes

This is a six issue mini that follows orphans/foster children as they flee authorities after their parents are murdered and they uncover some secrets about some of their siblings that endanger all of them. Each teen has a different walk of life, ability, age, race, and gender and the comic touches on some surprising things despite being released in the 90s like police brutality against poc and the hyper-vigilance of poc while in public due to being seen as inherently violent.

Crosses over with Impulse for an issue which is a delight.

Start with Relative Heroes #1.

5.) L.E.G.I.O.N. and R.E.B.E.L.S.

So this definitely has a CW for sexual assault for a female assailant against a male victim where it was not just implied, it was blatant, where the word 'rape' was used multiple times in comics and where the victim did in fact express his trauma from it a few times. Unfortunately, due to the time it was written (late 80s through mid 90s) it was not handled the best of ways and there's a good essay to make on how misogyny and toxic masculinity was involved in this incident but at the end of the day this is a complex DARK comic that is the anti-superhero superhero comic. It makes you think and it also will make you mad at times.

Although there is some more subtle sexism in the writing just due to the time it was released we do get some very powerful and INTERESTING female characters, and even GNC female characters (sadly she is an alien and normal for her kind so it follows that trope but it was still pretty profound for the time).

We also get to see some toxic AF dynamics which if you love that go for it - but we also get to see vulnerability and character growth and dealing with trauma in... less than stellar ways.

Interesting comic that will definitely stir a conversation and I have only run into ONE person in real life that has read this comic and it is the owner of my local comic shop and he's about 60.

Start with L.E.G.I.O.N. #1.

6.) Static: Season One and Static: Shadows of Dakota

These are CURRENT comics following Virgil Hawkins, Dwayne McDuffie's (RIP) iconic character Static, re-visioned and updated to current events. It is blatantly, loudly BLM and touches on the systematic racism and -ism marginalized people face in a concise way that is not brutal or painful to read.

If you watched the show Static Shock but had a hard time connecting with the original 90s comics then you might like this vision a little better as it takes DIRECT inspiration from the show in character designs, and characters. Richie Foley is Richie Foley and he is gay.

Virgil is smart, he's a literal LARP nerd, and he is kind and we all love him.

Shadows of Dakota is CURRENT, as in it is ongoing now. Please consider putting it on a pull-list. It's also fairly new so picking up back issues to catch up if that's your thing shouldn't be too hard.

All of Static Season One is in TPB now.

Start with Static: Season One #1 and read through to the next series.

7.) Spirit World

This is literally the most original thing I have seen from DC in YEARS. It follows an amazing non-binary Chinese-American spirit envoy named Xanthe. The creative team are all AAPI. If you love manga or anime you might really, really like this as there are some visuals and tonal inflections that are reminiscent of stories like Petshop of Horrors.

It is brand new and is CURRENT and ongoing, we have only just toed our way into a plot into the colorful, and dangerous, Spirit World with Cass and Constantine as Xanthe's companions.

Put this on a pull-list so help me. Start with Spirit World #1.

Additionally...

Have you read Reign of the Supermen yet? Definitely suggest that to get to know Kon's baby steps a little better and why... he's like that.

There's also Kon's solo series which you know sure as fuck hardly anyone has bothered to read even though he is a fairly popular character. You'll also find out why.... he's LIKE that.

Do you like cross-overs? Try picking up the Star Trek/Green Lantern series which is an absolute delight in that campy WEIRD Star Trek way. Hal Jordan and Jim Kirk in a room together should only ever be chaos and bedroom eyes but that's just me.

Green Lantern The Animated Series tie-in comics are also a delight as they tie into the animation which is heavily praised as being THAT GOOD and... it is that good. They are easy reading too an are episodic so no worries which one you start with.

Happy reading!

[fr-ogii]

being in a poly relationship with

katsuki bakugo + izuku midoriya + shoto todoroki

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⇢ you and shoto always choose the movie. katsuki gets too upset when his choice is poorly received and izuku changes his mind too often. you and shoto are the only ones who can properly pick the movie (and shoto’s movie picks are always top tier)

⇢ when you move in together, each of you has your own room. your styles and interests were too different to not have your own room. and it’s not like having the money for a 4+ bedroom house is hard to come by when at least three of you are pro heroes and todoroki was the son of long-time number two/one hero.

⇢ katsuki’s room is surprisingly minimalistic. a few dirty clothes are tossed here and there but there is no lingering smell, fortunately. he has a cd player attached to the wall and all of his cds are stacked next to it. he mainly listens to kpop because there is absolutely no way mina didn’t introduce him to mamamoo and get him hooked, but he also has a couple country taylor swift albums.

⇢ izuku’s room still houses all might merchandise, don’t worry. however, his room is now littered with mainly dynamight (/ground zero) and shoto merch. if you’re a pro hero he would definitely own your merch and body pillow. he’s started keeping locks on his dresser drawers because all of you steal his sweaters. he doesn’t dislike seeing you in them but he rarely gets them back and he’ll eventually run out of them.

⇢ todoroki has an ariana grande poster on his wall. it is canon, dont even look it up because i’m right (/j). he’s grown out of the traditional japanese theme, mostly. the dresser is still the same but tatami mats had to be changed out. izuku loves moving around furniture so much and the tatami would have been damaged with all the sliding he does. the bed was also replaced because it was too small for all of you to cuddle in. todoroki takes cuddling very seriously.

⇢ izuku tries to help shoto make his tumblr aesthetic but katsuki has to step in because he ruined it completely. he literally made the entire thing green somehow ?? not even just shoto’s blog, the entire thing.

⇢ katsuki’s actually really good at making things pretty

⇢ you all go on dates to the gym. izuku loves getting dressed up with you while katsuki tells you both “it’s a gym, not a fashion show, you dumbasses” and shoto just ties his sneakers.

⇢ izuku gets really into it once you all get there, heading straight for the mats in front of the mirrors so he can stretch first. shoto follows behind and katsuki heads to the weights. you just do whatever you want, filming tiktoks showing off your attractive boyfriends is probably your favorite activity on the list, followed closely behind by talking with the person working the front desk.

⇢ you don’t usually work out at the same time your boys are there, but will if they invite you to work out with them. sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. either way, you have fun spending time in the same vicinity they’re in.

⇢ hikes to a picnic is one of bakugo’s favorite of your dates. it’s one of shoto’s least favorites but he tolerates it for the rest of you.

⇢ as long as shoto gets dibs on the soba, he usually keeps his mouth empty of complaints.

might do a part two to this because i feel like i have so much more to say

[fatalitysficbakery]

POISONED MOTIVE.(Nick Amaro X Black Afab Reader)

Genre: Angst (main character injuries, guilt, and off screen character deaths.)??? Fluff/Smut.

Warnings; Dom!Nick, Sub!Reader, Rough rough rough, Oral (giving/receiving), intercourse, and then completely dorky fluff afterwards.

Synopsis: This episode unlocked my Amaro Kink, and I NEEDED to write about it. Whew. This episode is so sexy but spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched it!

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: I’ve caught the writing bug once more so welcome to my blog, here i will be mostly writing for black afab svu fans but will also do other poc’s since there’s not a lot of representation out there, unfortunately.

You’d been there for less than a month, a new detective partnered up with the devastatingly handsome Nick Amaro, the two of you had butted heads frequently but everyone but you and Nick had realized the sexual tension and burning desire for another in the air; even Rollins could see it and anybody with eyes could tell she had been wanting to hook up with him for years. Maybe, she had but none of that mattered.

It was any other day in the office, you’d busted a huge prostitution ring and at the head of it was Rollins who’d led the thing, you had rolled your eyes as you heard Mrs. Chang going off at Amanda and justifying pimping out young girls because they were starving in China before she’d helped them. What a joke, those poor girls had left a life of struggle to enter a new one with sexual assault, pimps, and johns. What a great way to save them, right?

“We got patrol lined up to take Mother Teresa here to central booking”? Rollins had drawled sarcastically, making you giggle a little when Captain Cragen had stopped her in her tracks, you, Fin, and Amaro standing by her whilst he talked.

“Well, actually no. 1PP wants a show and tell with Mrs. Chang. Dragon Ladies sell papers”. He nodded towards the four of you. A perp walk, you hadn’t done one of those since the first week you’d worked there, a perp walk being basically a PR thing, getting the criminals faces out there as they hauled their evil asses to jail, “So, make sure the cars are washed, doors unlocked”. he finished, looking directly at Rollins.

“Perp walk? I left my tie at home” Fin quipped, and you smiled a little, snickering when Amaro pops in with a “Mm. I keep an extra one in my locker”. Fin laughed, “I’m sure you do”.

Nick gave that beautiful dimpled smirk of his, one you’d grown fond of since you’d been there. Cragen cut them off and looked over at Rollins once more, “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. Spotlight is gonna be on Rollins, she was lead on the case”. you patted her back while she humbly replied, “It was a group effort” but you could see she was proud of herself and so were you. Olivia you walked into your little group and sighed, “The girls are talking, They’ll give statements”.

“Better fix yuh lipstick”, Fin smiled, leaving Olivia confused as you all walked off to collect your perps. Outside was a media frenzy, reporters asking questions with no answers in return, Rollins leading Chang out and you and the others, the rest. It was almost funny how it could all go so wrong so fast, you’d had your perp in cuffs, lightly pushing his head down so he could fit in the patrol car when you heard a pop and a frenzy of loud screams, your heart lurched in your chest when you’d turned around to see Amanda bleeding by the patrol car with Fin running to her, everyone got down and you went to help Fin and Rollins while Amaro and Benson ran to the roof to try to catch the suspect who was long gone by now.

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At first it was suspected that Mrs. Chang’s people had set this up, and then Rollin’s checkered past was called into question but Rollin’s had insisted it wasn’t because of her.

“We need to see your phone, We have to follow this up” Fin questioned his partner, worried this was because of her gambling debts, Rollin’s finally spoke, “Okay, Alright…I heard from Earl Talley. It’s this idiot friend of my sisters, who’s mad I shot Jeff. It’s hot air, I can take care of it myself”.

“Says the girl lying in the hospital with the hole in her shoulder”. Olivia looked at Rollin’s unconvinced and protective; They’d all been like family before you came and now they treated you the same way. Like a little sister, well, all except Amaro. He treated you…Let’s just say, a little different.

“Amanda, We got this”. Fin told her, forehead creased and off you guys went to follow a lead that most definitely had gone nowhere. Earl was an idiot and a junkie, for sure but there was no way he could’ve shot Rollin’s, or as Finn had put it, “Couldn’t shoot himself in the foot if he had a shotgun taped to his ankle”.

“At the time you were shot, surveillance cams caught him at the bodega buying mountain dew and donuts”. Amaro told her, creeping closer to her, he was concerned and also tough, maybe he had a little attitude when he spoke to Rollins, maybe he was suspicious it was because of her past but it was all out of love and care for the Detective. Everyone was worried.

“Told you he wasn’t the guy”. Amanda said matter of factly, rolling her eyes. Each of you gave off a tough but loving vibe, she knew all of you just cared for her. “Fin and I are headed upstate to talk to your brokies”. he continued but she’d cut him off, “No, you- I don’t see what’s in it for them. I mean they shoot me, I stop paying”.

“They didn’t kill you. It could’ve been a warning”. Fin offered, and Rollin’s sat up a little better, “Now, Mrs. Chang? It’s a big step from prostitution to cop killing. You know, okay. So, maybe this isn’t about me”. she tried to argue but Amaro wasn’t having it, “Alright, one shot from 100 yards away. What then? Hmm? Stray bullet”? he argued, “I don’t know”! she countered in frustration.

Bensons cell had rang while Amaro was in then middle of chastising Rollins, “Right, you don’t know”. he smiled smugly, eyes shooting up when Benson looked at you all in concern, “What”? he asked and Benson sighed, “Another sniper shooting. Same M.O. .45 caliber, FMJ”. all five of you looked at each other in shock before the four of you left Rollin’s room to investigate the new scene.

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After finding out the shooting had happened to Fin’s Supervisors son from when he was undercover in narcotics, tensions ran high. The spotlight suddenly off Amanda’s checkered past to Odafin’s and the man couldn’t have felt guiltier knowing he’d been the reason his partner got shot…but why? Lieutenants son had died and now it was clear the whole narcotics team was being targeted, including Fin’s old partner Luis. Fin hadn’t seen the man in years after Luis had taken a bullet for him by a big time drug pin named Escobar, he was supposed to die that night from a bullet to the back of the head but Luis was brave, took that shot, left on disability, and in Fin’s eyes? It was all because of him. The whole thing was made worse when he had to find out Luis’s wife had died when they went to question him and his daughter Gloria who just so happened to have army and police training. Along with missing the last parole hearing for Escobar? Fin was feeling absolutely horrible.

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That’s when you, Amaro, and Fin decided to pay Escobar a little visit in jail and Odafin was angrier than ever. There the three of you stood in front of the man who should’ve killed Fin all those years ago and he was as smug as ever, green jumpsuit and all. Made you wanna punch him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t, Mr. Lucky. His partner…doesn’t tackle me, I would’ve blown off his head with my .38”. you were dumbfounded, Fin and Amaro too but before you could speak up, Amaro had done it for you, jaw clenched and looking even sexier than ever, walking right into Escobars face with his voice low, smokey, and distinctly Cuban. You had to remember what you were there for but your eyes never drifted from Amaro’s figure.

“You realllly think bragging to cops about shooting cops is a good idea”? Amaro glared and Escobar as smug as ever replied with a cool and calm, “What are you gonna do? Send me to prison”? and you could just tell that Escobar was pissing Amaro off to the deepest degree. Escobar turned his attention back to Fin and spoke up, “I heard your new partner got shot in the front of the precinct”. he smirked a little.

“What do you know about my partner”? Fin asked, eyebrows furrowed, you stood by ready to pounce if Escobar so much as tried either Fin or Amaro in front of you, the corrections officer standing by in case things got rowdy as well, “The blondie? What I saw on tv. She looked real pretty…bleeding in your arms”. Escobar was a cocky son of a bitch and Odafin had had enough, stepping right into his face and damn near yelling, the CO wanted to step in but you and Amaro were quick, moving him out of the way.

“IF I FIND OUT YOU SHOT HER, I’LL KILL YOU IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE YARD! YOU THINK THIS CO’S GONNA STOP ME”? Fin bellowed and Escobar seemed to laugh, for a moment at least, anyway. “I been here 15 years. Who do you think they work for”? and that’s when he did it, Amaro had you impossibly tightly in his clutch with the next words that came from his lips, deep, threatening, and in a way, erotic. Too erotic. You had almost squeezed your thighs shut.

“Oye, Amigo. We’re going through your visitors, your friends, your family. We’re gonna be up inside you so deep…You won’t be able to walk straight”. it rolled off his tongue so nonchalantly, his jaw set, body exuding power, even Escobar himself was at a loss for words. You and Fin stood back for a moment before Amaro straightened himself up and still with that same anger and aggression in his voice looked at the CO’s and deeply let out a powerful, “Door”. before walking off, you and Fin following behind. You were hoping so deeply that you’d covered up your arousal and attraction well but you were never a lucky person.

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After that night Fin and Amaro went to follow up on Escobar, turns out he turned out a nurse, got her pregnant. Benson wanted to go check up on that but the nurse lied and had apparently been handling business for Escobar and after a failed ‘Gun planting’ on one of Escobar’s ex-men, Pearlie. Who was insanely terrified of Escobar. You, Fin, and Amaro were back and ready to force Escobar to give up his shooter. If only it were that easy.

You kept an eye out, making sure no one interrupted while Fin and Amaro went in on the guy, andddd got a little more eye candy while you were at it. Nick Amaro’s aggression would never not be insanely sexy to you, “Who’s the shooter”? Fin asked, punching Escobar in the balls while Nick held him in a chokehold, “Nobody I know, man” Escobar insisted, grunting in pain when Fin punched him again and he doubled over asking again, “Who’s. The. Shooter”?

“Your partners crazy, man” Escobar told Amaro before he got hit again, “You’re gonna go down for this, man”! Escobar grunted out, now almost falling to the floor, Nick wasn’t phased in the slightest, letting out a smooth, “Yeah? You’re scaring me”. you were probably enjoying this a little too much but since Fin was like a father figure to you and you admired the man, knowing this prick almost killed him all those years ago? You wouldn’t shed a tear if he died right then and there.

“Pick his punk ass up”! Fin told Amaro and Amaro lifted him with a clenched, “Come on”.

“You love your son”? Fin asked Escobar, “You LOVE your SON”? he asked again when Escobar didn’t answer quickly enough, “You touch my boy. I swear to GOD, I’ll kill you”. Escobar finally said and Fin brought out a scooper, “I’m about to take this…” he started while Amaro held Escobar close, “And dig your eyeballs out of your head. You will never see your boy again”.

“Just do it”. Amaro tells Fin and forces his eyes open, while Escobar pleads for them not to, all three you turning at the sound of the buzzer and the cell opening, “Noah, we just need a few more minutes. Amaro said but Noah had some very valuable information, something that had you, Fin, AND Escobar shocked the minute it left his mouth.

“Yeah, well. I got some news”.

“WHAT”!? Fin asked, impatient to get back to his ‘gentle’ questioning.

“The nurse? One he knocked up? She just got shot.”

“Ana”? Escobar asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. She’s dead. One shot, straight through the head”. was all Noah had to say before Escobar fell to his knees in anguish, “No, man”. Amaro finally let him go, shocked into silence while the news settled in for the four of you, “NO, MAN! That’s all I got man…That’s all I got. All I got…Please, Lord”. Escobar sobbed, ruling him out immediately. There was no way he would get his girl killed especially not while she was with their son.

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After that the case got a little more complicated, the gun used was a Les Baer Prowler pistol, something Amaro and Fin had asked Luis about, learning it was last used in a Brighton Beach gang shooting in “97. Luis had seemed a little fidgety about the pistol telling them about Escobar warring with two gangs, and talking about the Unkranian under covers he worked with but still seeming as if he’d had something to hide, one gang was completely gone and the other was still on top in moscow doing good so when Amaro suggested Luis might know more by the way he’d clammed up about the gun from the hit; Fin went in for the kill.

That led up to Luis falsely confessing to shooting Rollins, The Lieutenants son, and Ana when Rollins knew it couldn’t have been Luis because of his disability. He wasn’t fast enough, nor strong enough to shoot from a roof and get off there before he could be caught; It all boiled down to one person, Gloria. His 25 year old daughter who had lost it all that day her father got shot, it was unbelievable to Fin but when they’d found out she was both let out of the Army and discharged from the Academy on a psych eval. It all made sense. Made even more sense when they’d found Gloria’s burned car with the corpse of a traffic enforcement agent by the name of Yolanda Brooks. A full on manhunt was initiated and Luis was forced to face his worst fear. His daughter actually being a killer.

Getting a hit on the hospital Gloria’s mother had passed away in, the team rushed out. Gloria was army and police trained and out for revenge.

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When they’d gotten there they heard her voice but it was too late, Gloria was on a mission. To make EVERYONE who hurt her family…pay.

“My name is Gloria Christina Montero”.

The computer spoke while everyone watched, Gloria was on screen telling her story, her motive and the time was ticking.

“I consider myself a good person, a loving daughter, and a responsible citizen. The actions I have taken are a last resort to address the unconscionable mistreatment that my family has suffered at the hands of the NYPD and other bureaucracies”.

“In October of 1998, my father, Detective Luis Rafa Montero, was shot multiple times during an undercover operation”

“Drug lord Benito Escobar was about to assassinate Detective Odafin Tutuola, when my father heroically threw himself on the weapon and saved his partner's life”.

“My father was given a disability retirement, but he never recovered. He fell into a depression and began drinking. In the spring of 2007, my mother was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer”.

“When I asked the army for time off to deal with my mother's declining health, they told me that due to my "inability to perform my duties" I would be offered a general discharge”.

“To help cover the cost of my mother's medical bills, my father took a security job. His former lieutenant, Toni Anne Howard, upon discovering this, informed on him to the department, who then terminated his disability benefits. As a result, we could not afford medical treatments that would have saved my mother's life. Eventually, we lost our home, as well. She passed away, in this room, in physical pain and emotional distress, in August of 2012”.

“A month later, I entered the police academy. I was, however, still depressed over my mother's death and my father's decline. The academy, rather than offer help, expelled me without due process. All of you who have destroyed my life will soon know what it is like to lose a loved one”.

“I have police and military training. I know your tactics. Do not try to stop me”.

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“Put the gun down, Gloria”. Fin told her when he entered the house.

“Good idea. Wait, Let me shoot them first”. She pointed the gun at the little boy and his mother.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't shoot them, okay? If you're gonna shoot anybody, shoot me”.

“Oh, I will”. He let out a breath of relief when the gun was finally on him instead.

“Go ahead. Get it over with, I’m the one that deserves it”.

“You feeling guilty? You sound like you want me to shoot you”.

Fin had nothing but guilt on his mind and when he finally had to face Gloria, he was nothing but gentle, he knew the pain she was in and if he had to finally take that bullet he would, It took half an hour but he finally talked her down, although she was scared. No longer ready to kill Fin but herself and the family she held hostage. ESU and NYPD rushed in when the gun had discharged and Fin told them not to shoot, walking her out before apologizing to Luis and walking away from this, guilt on the brain but unharmed.

“Come on, just put the gun down. Give it to me. I don’t wanna let them kill you. I’ll be your bodyguard”. The little boy had sobbed while Fin talked her down.

“N-no, they’ll take you out too. I’m not getting out of here alive…and neither are they”.

Gloria pointed the gun at the mother and son before Fin tackled her and the gun discharged, sobs broken in her throat. A daughter who only wanted justice for her father.

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After such a long and tough case, you just wanted to get home. Go to bed. Fin was let off for as long as he needed and you were a bit weary yourself, you couldn’t imagine the pain Gloria had gone through for it to come to this point. The team was gonna go out for drinks but you just wanted to shower, change, and get to your loving bed. However, someone else needed to talk to you. More than talk.

It seemed silly to keep a stash of pajamas in your locker but it worked for you when you just needed to put something casual on so when you got home you could simply pass out. Tonight was no different but someone had finally taken notice of your outfit. Well, closer attention and he had to admit, he liked what he saw.

(her outfit)

“So, I take it you’re not going out tonight for drinks”? Amaro’s voice rang out and you nearly jumped out of your skin, turning around to face him with a frantic look in your eyes. He smiled a tad and you calmed down slightly; The rest of the team had already left and you’d thought you were the only one there.

“Nah, This case was draining. Right now, all I need is my bed. Fuck, you scared me, Nicholas”. You held your chest for a moment but smiled a little, missing the way Nick’s eyes darkened slightly when you called him his actual name. He’d hated when others called him that, due to his failure of a father but coming from you…Sounded like fucking honey. He wondered what it would sound like choked up in a moan.

“I’m sorry, Querida. I didn’t mean to spook you, I was just- Uh…I’ll be honest. I wanna sleep too but uh, Im not sure I wanna be alone tonight”. He whispered, becoming a little nervous and bashful, your eyes shot up to his in surprise before breaking into a grin, “I could actually use some company tonight too, Nicky. Just need to be held to get over all of…well…This”. you gestured around, smiling tiredly. His eyes softened a little as his eyes raked over your figure, tense and tired and in need of a good damn nap.

“C’mon. You’re staying the night at mines, Encantadora”. Nick went over to your throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, smiling to himself when he smells the jasmine shampoo you used for your 4C curls. God, you were an addiction for the man.

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When you got to his house, It was late and the two of you immediately fell into bed, cuddling one another into sleep. However, You’d gotten hot during the night and woke up briefly to change into Nick’s discarded shirt before crawling back into his arms and falling back into a deep, dreamless, and very much needed sleep.

The next morning when Nick woke up and saw you in his shirt, wrapped up in his arms like his very own Angel, he admired your features a little more before gently removing himself from under you to take a shower and get started on breakfast before you woke up.

You awoke to a stomach grumbling and the delicious smell of bacon and what you recognized as an omelette and coffee. Stretching, you get out of bed and decide to surprise Amaro but instead, he’d surprised you. There stuck on the very last step, you’d frozen on the spot. He was gorgeous. Simply perfect. There stood Nicholas Amaro, shirtless only wearing sweats and plating bacon, omelettes, fresh fruit, and two mug fulls of coffee. You were sure he knew how you took it too. Always had gotten it right since the beginning, he’d remembered even throughout the times you’d butt heads, always apologizing with the perfect coffee order and your favorite cookies, even when you were the one in the wrong.

“You gonna just stand there and stare, Darlin”? Nick’s deep voice, rang out and you rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the island. He turned around and got a surprise of his own, the way his eyes raked over your figure made you shudder. He moved his eyes back up to yours and smirked, “God, Y/N. You look…Gorgeous”. you were glad your mocha skin had covered up your blush, or so you thought. It was time for your own smirk to surface on your face.

“You flirting with me, Detective”? You asked, putting a strawberry in your mouth and a little flutter of your eyelashes, “So, you make me this good ass looking breakfast while shirtless in only sweats, looking at me like that and you have the audacity to hit on me while doing so? You’ve got some nerve, Nicholas”. You giggled, finishing your strawberry, not realizing the way his eyes darkened or the way he stalked towards you. His eyes linger to your thighs, your lips, and your eyes before making his move.

“I have the nerve? The audacity? Oh, babygirl…” He grinned, nearing you, his arms caging you in. His voice was husky, somehow going deeper, lower as he looked into your eyes, “You have the nerve, Mi Diosa. You don’t think I noticed those pretty little brown eyes staring at me? Dark and low? Those perfect pouty plump lips being chewed on everytime I said something? You…pretending to be focusing on the suspect while staring at me? Aye, muñeca. You underestimate just how much of my attention is on you 24/7”. he voice had dropped several octaves, raspy with desire and lust.

“W-what do you mean”? You asked, knowing exactly what he meant but it was still settling in that you had, had such an affect on him. He chuckled, he fucking chuckled, that deep, raspy chuckle.

“Oh? What, you got jokes, huh? C’mere, Mujer”. he practically growled, picking you up with with ease and taking you to his bedroom, this time you clashed to bed, lips smashing against each other’s with passion, all teeth, tongue, and fire. You moaned into his mouth and it took all Nicks power to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there; When you pulled away, you were both breathless and the next words from your lips almost made him cum then and there.

“My mouth, Nicholas. Fuck, Please fuck my mouth”.

He pulls down his sweats and smiles at you, love in that dark filled gaze, “C’mere, Pet. Come take my cock. Been wanting to fill that slutty fucking throat of yours”.

You didn’t need to be told twice, crawling over to him with nothing but his cock on your mind, when you looked up at him through your lashes, Nicholas was losing his cool, you were so damn sexy without even having to try to be, your kissed the head of his cock gently before wrapping your lips around the tip, the salty yet distinctness of his precum and you moaned in satisfaction the moment it touched your tongue, he groaned silently, looking down at you, wanting to memorize this moment for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, You’re so perfect”. He whispered, thrusting into your mouth, at first it was slow and sensual but when you started exploring his cock, swirling your tongue around him and just being the sexiest thing around, his speed increased dangerously, especially when he looked down and saw you rutting against the air, grinding to feel friction that wouldn’t come until he allowed it. How perfect. Finally in his clutches. You looked up into his eyes and he growled, you knew how addictive you were to him and that looking at him like that would bring feral urges to the surface and you didn’t care. You wanted it. Defiant bitch.

Drool and pre-cum shined on your lips and Nicholas was in Heaven, it was a particularly hard thrust that had made you gag slightly and that’s when he let go, hearing you gag on his cock. He came instantly. When you pulled away, releasing him with a pop and wiping your mouth, “Oye, papito, no sabes cuánto tiempo he querido eso”. that was enough for Amaro, he pinned you down and ground his hips against.

“See what you do to me, Mi Vida”? he whispered gruffly into your ears and you whimpered, feeling his hard-on against your bare thigh and hearing him call you his life was so erotic yet loving, you pulled him closer, whispering back, “Fuck me until I cry, Nicholas”, the thickness of your french accent when you said his name made him groan, he lined up with your entrance and pushed in roughly, not needing any lube because you were already so wet from sucking him off alone.

“God, baby. You know how long I’ve been waiting to feel you? I fell in love with you the moment you walked in that precinct, all bright eyed and perfect. Perfect, so flawless” He was in a daze, you moaned beneath him as rolled his hips expertly into you, eliciting the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard. No one compared to you, not Rollins, not Maria. It was like you were made for him. Made. For. HIM.

“Look at me, Dieu. Fuck me like you own me, Nicholas Amaro”. The way you’d rolled your R’s on Amaro made his pace pick up, fucking into you relentlessly, drinking in every moan that spilt from your lips. It wasn’t long before the pressure built up and you could feel your high approaching, clenching around him tightly which only made him grunt and stutter a bit from how good you felt on his cock, suddenly you were repeating his name, yelling as you told him you were about to cum.

“Cum, Mi Vida. Cum on my fucking cock” he growled, drilling into you faster, the coil in your stomach untightened and suddenly a mantra of his name fell onto your tongue, your orgasm hitting you like a frieght train. The moment Amaro saw the pleasure on your face and the repeated screams of his name, it sent him into overdrive, and although he wanted nothing more to cum inside you, he pulled out just before he did, cumming all over your cunt and stomach.

When you calmed down, you smiled at him, a glint in your eyes, “Shower”?

He smirked at your insatiableness and nodded, biting down on his lower lip, “Get your pretty ass in that shower, Querida”.

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After a well needed break from work, the two of you walking into the precinct hand in hand brought about whoops and hollers and the team going, “FINALLY” one after another. Amaro couldn’t care less about the teasing, he’d finally got the woman of his dreams and he was happy. Zara and Gil adored you and he was simply on cloud nine. The second he got a moment alone with you, he smiled from ear to ear.

“Aht, Aht. Detective, we’re on the job. You’ll get some later” You chastised him, even though you knew if he wanted something you’d give in easily. He just kept that dorky ear to ear smile on before you realized he was holding something over your head…A mistletoe?

“Nicholas, It’s not even December yet. What are you doing”? you asked, giggling softly, he pulled you closer by the waist and held you tightly against him.

“Just indulge me, okay? I’m a fucking kid in a candy store. Give me my damn kiss, Mujero”.

And you? Well you happily obliged, pressing your lips to his sweetly, the same butterflies from your first night with him in your stomach then and there, alive and well.

“I love you, Ma Reine De Beauté” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you more, Nicholas Amaro”. you smiled, letting him kiss your forehead before you headed back into the precinct with matching ear to ear smiles on your faces.

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A/N: EEEEEEEK SO EXCITED TO SHARE MY FIRST EVER NICK AMARO ONESHOT! THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!! -heaven ♡︎.

[untethereddreams]

Writeblr Introduction!

Hi everybody! I’ve been lurking on Writeblr for ages but, since I just finished school, I finally have time and the spoons to make my writeblr introduction! I’ve already reblogged a lot of reference, advice, resources, and inspiration posts on this blog, both for my own use and for anyone with similar interests, but now I’m going to post my own writing as well. 

I’m a queer, poc writer and artist working out of North America. My writing style tends toward weird fiction and fantasy, which means that I read and write a lot of horror, fantasy, urban fantasy, and speculative pieces. I’m most comfortable with short fictions (the shorter the better!) but am dipping my toes into long-form fiction with several novel projects. I also recently fell in love with writing screenplays, so that may rear its head sporadically here as well. I also run a short poetry insta (@un.tethered.dreams) and have plans for several blogging projects as well (updates to come)! 

Beyond creative fiction, I am also fascinated with the craft of writing, what it takes, why some things work and some don’t, etc. I spent some years going to uni for neuroscience in a different life so science, particularly biology, is an ongoing interest. I also draw traditional art and am learning digital art, so you might see some of that on this blog as well. (Can you tell that I have a problem with overcommitment yet?)

My current projects/priorities include:

The Walls Have Ears and Thorns (Working Title)

Genre: Fantasy

Length: Novel (series?)

Stage: Worldbuilding/First Draft

Set in the world of Chinese Wuxia novels with themes and elements from both Chinese history and Western high fantasy, The Walls Have Ears and Thorns follows Yinning (隐宁), our asexual and non-binary protagonist, as they struggle to reconcile past sins, political intrigue, and the possibility that, despite everything, they are deserving of love. 

Tags: walls have ears and thorns, wip wheat

Translation/retellings of Chinese history/myth/folklore (taking suggestions for a better title)

Genre: non-fiction

Length: undetermined, one-shots

Stage: planning/testing

Translations and retellings of stories from ancient Chinese history. These will come out of both Chinese history/reference books and from my own childhood. I'm currently gauging interest in the project and planning how it will work with Patreon and/or Ko fi (because I am currently unemployed and want to build toward self-employment in the creative field). More info here. First sample retelling here. Second retelling here. More details to come.

Tags: chinese history, retellings, translation project (proper project tag to come with new title)

Herbiary Tarot

Genre: fantasy, reference

Length: Book + card deck

Stage: research

Almost done my research of tarot cards and their interpretations based on the decks I have and reference books. The vision for the final project will be a series of linked drabbles related to each card that lead the reader on an exploration of an imagined realm masquerading as the mundane, rather like how bestiaries look to us now. I’m still undecided whether the drabbles will segue into a plotted story told in snapshots. Next step is deciding whether the deck will be high fantasy or urban fantasy.

Tags: herbiary tarot wip, herbalism tarot wip, herbal tarot wip, tarot wip

Trouble (Working Title)

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Length: Novel (series?)

Stage: Worldbuilding/First Draft

When her aunt Cynthia disappears, leaving only a mysterious voice-mail message, Selena must abandon her life as a university student and bookstore clerk and embrace her heritage as one of the Morriganna, ancient prophets of war and doom, in order to stay alive and save her family. Her first task: decide if she can trust the young man who walked into her bookstore, the latest heir and black sheep to a family of Morriganna hunters. 

Tags: wip trouble

Daily Flash Fiction

Genre: flash fiction, micro fiction

Length: self-contained

Starting next week, I’ll be committing to writing six pieces of flash fiction a week (one per day plus a rest day). The goal is to get into the rhythm of writing regularly. I’ll be posting these works on my blog and cross-posting here as well. For inspiration, I’ll be working my way through Wikipedia’s list of phobias.

Tags: my writing, flash fiction, short fiction

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Got it. What about Inuit, Yup’ik and Inupiaq stereotypes? Are there a lot of harmful ones to avoid? I do know you shouldn’t make eating meat their entire personality, but what else?

Okay, this is going to get dark, so if you need to blacklist any content warnings (mine are tagged as "[insert content here] mention", do that before reading and if you need me to tag anything specific, please tell me and avoid this post until I get to it.

And again: Disclaimer that simply having an eskimo coded character fall into these stereotypes is not inherently racist or wrong. Keep this in mind as writers of color, and thereby Native writers, often get a lot of shit for writing our experiences as we feel them. Not to mention, yelling at someone trying to do justice to a dark topic, even if they don't succeed, is a shitty thing to do. Some of these have subtextual backing in canon. Remember that although we are looked down on for crimes, wrongs, or unpleasantness we're assumed to have commited, it's the members of our community who suffer most for it. There is value in understanding the pain that comes from the community that's supposed to protect you, and I don't believe the writers of the series had any malicious intentions toward us for writing characters that fall into any of these stereotypes. Recognize the nuance or get off my blog and find someone else to back up your discourse.

I'm going to use the term Native in this context. Natives come from many different cultures and cannot be assumed to be the same, but many of these stereotypes are used against more than just Inuit, Inupiat, and Yup'ik peoples. This is why I find it to be the most appropriate term in this context. I will add my understanding of where these stereotypes came from and why they're harmful, but I am only one person and a full understanding of the topic requires more than one point of view.

"Natives are drunks." The United States used alcohol on Natives the same way Britain used opium on China. They introduced it to us and blamed addiction on our own "weakness of character." This assumption of alcoholism carries with it assumptions of untrustworthiness. For a real life example: I was on a grand jury (a jury that decides whether a case is worth taking to court) years ago and one case was an older Native man accusing his brother of physically assaulting him. For some reason, a nearly all-white jury was deemed to be a jury of this man's peers, and two or three white men violently insisted that it shouldn't be brought to court because it happened at a party and therefore it was just some alcoholics from the village wasting a judge's time. Eventually, after some discussion about how no alcohol was mentioned, it was decided the case should be presented to a judge. I would also like to point out that the Native man in question was entirely sober, well put-together, spoke more cohesively than other cases that day, and had a bad limp.

"Natives are child abusers/molesters." This one actually links to the first stereotype mentioned, and a lot of what I've said on this blog about how abuse perpetuates. There was a lot of physical, mental, and, yes, sexual abuse in the US run schools, especially the Christian ones and boarding schools. (I've heard people mentioning that the priests would more often target the boys because they couldn't get pregnant.) When one gets regularly exposed to this sort of thing, they come to accept it as normal. This normalizing of abuse is bad enough for the one person, but it also affects the way they interact with others when put in similar situations as the abuser. They're hurt and traumatized and weren't effectively told that it was wrong and they shouldn't have been put through that, so they perpetuate it on people as vulnerable as they were when it happened. Movements have started in hopes of bringing awareness and getting help for these people before they can carry out the cycle further. Abuse between adults is also a tricky issue because the ways people are taught to give or not give consent are counterintuitive to cultural norms around verbal and nonverbal communication. See: the "they didn't say no" argument.

"The Stoic Native." There are a number of reasons one culture might emote less than another, especially around people they don't know. This doesn't mean that we don't feel or are too strong or brave to feel. Our emotions are our business and we don't owe anyone an explanation.

"Natives are part of the land." For some reason, a lot of non-Natives have trouble grasping that Indigenous Peoples are human beings in our own right. A lot of media portrays us not as people in the same sense that the outsiders are, but as extensions of the land or the spirits of the land. It's true that generations upon generations of living somewhere means the land will change to reflect the people, but that is due to the influence of people living there and how their culture says to interact with it. This trope reduces us to symbols of "a simpler time" or just as often white people's ideas of nature conservation. It's dehumanizing and infantalizing, ignoring our cultures and civilizations, treating us as either innocent martyrs for someone else's cause, or pests that are done away with once the land is developed.

"The Native Princess." Sometimes the only way non-Natives can see us as people is by pushing cultural norms and forms of government they're more familiar with onto us. Naturally, this means assuming that our civilizations were as successful as they were because they were like the non-Native author's. This is especially gratuitous in the case of Inuit, Inupiat, and Yup'ik peoples because we don't have anything resembling a monarchy. Yeah, this one is explicitly in the text so I can't expect much to be done with it

"Native women are always available to men." I don't know what it is about cultures that consider themselves more "advanced" seeing ones they consider "primative" where women have more autonomy in the relationships they have with men and fewer restritions on their bodies. I don't know how they misinterpret "she can do that here" as "she's there for the taking" but it's so gross and I would like it to stop. Sexuality being more open and not inherently sinful doesn't mean the women don't have standards or won't turn anyone down.

"Natives are broke and/or homeless." This is just the typical racism mixing with classism to make something even uglier situatation. The result is a lot of treatment you see non-Native POC get, such as being followed at the store because they expect you to steal something.

There are more, I'm sure, but these are the ones I get the most. Note that again, it's not inherently bad to write a Native or Native-coded character who drinks or has a lot of partners or is particularly connected to their homeland or poor, but take care to handle it with some sensitivity. Understand that there are implications to these things and real harm can be done by legitimizing racist stereotypes.

[larryloverinfinity]

Okay so Liam might not be homophobic in the regards to being prejudice or discriminatory towards members of the LGBTQ+ community but there is certainly something to be addressed.

I’m sure you’ve heard of the controversy surrounding his song both ways (just in case you haven’t he has completely fetishised bisexuality in women and painted a women’s sexual identification as something only for him to enjoy sexually and has therefore profited off of it) and in this regard - submitting to micro aggressions and ultimately undermining something so significant to so many people which has already, through out history, been so attacked he is standing on the oppressors side. In this case the oppressors are homophobes.

And (although this is not an attack to you and I haven’t really researched too deeply into what it is the initial conversation was about) painting Liam as someone completely innocent here and skimming over this situation in particular is dangerous and a part of the issue.

I, as a queer women, was offended and shocked at liam’s behaviour and I just ask that people with platforms and followings like you take it into account before siding with him on subjects where he hasn’t been in the clear for a long time.

1.He has clarified that he did not write the song/had a big part in it.

2. The woman who wrote it was bisexual and apologized for not realizing that the song would come off the way it did.

3. Liam has supported the LGBTQ+ community numerous times like pairing up with adidas to sell a shoe collab where all the money went to help LGBTQ+ youth, Stood up against trumps anti trans agenda and clarified on social media how everyone is built equal and should be loved, and amongst other things. I suggest you go check out blogs like @insomniziam (sorry for always tagging you darling. I need to make some masterposts I swear.) and @ziamminds, @verseziam @yaz-the-spaz who have more detailed posts.

4. Just as you admitted that you haven’t looked deeply into it— do it. Don’t run with the sheep and cancel culture who just attack. The song was bad. I agree. But it’s clear as day that Liam never had a say in his album given all of his live streams on Instagram where he barely likes to speak of it or mentions it.

5. As an Asexual poc woman, I was shocked about the song. As a future lawyer, i am well aware to the fact that NO ONE is innocent in this world. People fuck up all the time But people grow from their mistakes. Not to mention that Liam is highly speculated to be apart of the LGBTQ community and has countless friends apart of it who if even if he wasn’t queer— they most likely spoke to him about the issues. If he never apologized with the song, I wouldn’t be fan of his like I am right now. But he took accountability. Me like many others accepted the apology. If you haven’t— that’s fine but don’t act like he hasn’t addressed the issue. It would be huge problem if he still performed the song unapologetically like he never has.

6. LP1 came out in 2019. Everyone who is remotely a Liam stan— or better yet apart of the fandom don’t live under a fucking rock and know about this situation. No one has forgotten about it. Especially after the day of his album release everyone who had an internet access knew what happened on Twitter where H*rries and Kp*p stans banned together even before they knew both ways was on the album.

What really broke my heart for him was that it was bad enough the album wasn’t what he wanted to put out, but my friend abroad met Liam the day of his album release signing and commented on how sad and distraught he looked but still managed to hold a smile for when he met her and everyone else.

In conclusion,

Liam Payne is by no means a squeaky clean innocent man— but so isn’t everyone else. Accountability should always be taken place and in this situation it already has been a long time ago. Name one celebrity out there who is. If you think there is one—- yikes. Time to touch some grass.

The people who I’ve seen that hate on Liam always bring up the song as a reason to call him homophobic but always fail to bring anything else up apart from the time where he joked about not wanting bear to be left with Harry for fashion choices which was such nitpick thing every stan took out of context. Yet they fail to also recognize that Liam has always supported all of the boys— especially Harry.

No one has to like Liam, but that doesn’t give free range to shit on him just because you stan someone else.

[alldayangst]

love someone for loving you (Peter Parker)

All of my fics are LGBT and PoC friendly. Soulmate and uni AU.

PAIRING: Peter Parker x reader, Brad Davis x reader (for like, a second)

Warnings: Makeout sessions. Characters drink but they’re of age to do so in this fic. Peter says ACAB and if you disagree with that & can’t have a mature convo about it, then this isn’t the blog for you. This fic isn’t all the way accurate to the MCU timeline. Harry [Osborn] and MJ live in Queens. Betty, Flash, Ned, Brad, Peter and reader all attend NYU in Brooklyn.

Thank you for reading if you make it all the way to the end! Word count: 4.2K words.

Happy reading!

“You’re so fucking hot, y’know that?” You were making out with Brad in your dorm room, with the lights off. Brad was a nice enough guy. Had taken you out on a few dates. Told you your hair was pretty. Said he’d like to get to know you more. But you’re not as eager to take things further because something in your heart just knows he’s not your soulmate. And you’d like to wait a little while for the novelty to wear off before you did something you regretted and entered a relationship you’d known was doomed from the start. “So fucking hot.” Brad kissed along your neck, big sloppy wet ones that left saliva trails from his lips to your neck. 

You didn’t like that kind. 

And that was another reason you knew you and Brad weren’t destined, because your soulmate would just know what you like, know you like the back of their hand. Right? Right.

It’s then that Brad tries to take your jumper off, but your soulmate tattoo is on your ribcage, and in this world, letting someone see your soulmate tattoo is probably makes you more vulnerable than getting naked in front of them. You try to pull your jumper down, but Brad doesn’t get the hint and tries again. You place your hands on his chest. “Not today, Brad.”

You don’t see Brad again. And maybe Brad was your soulmate because he led you to Peter. But Peter definitely wasn’t your soulmate, and I’ll tell you why you know that.

“Y/N!” Betty waved as you stumbled back into the party, shoes placed on improperly and no part of you subtle to what you’d been doing with Brad in your room just a few minutes ago. “Not you out of your room so early!” Your room door slammed behind you as Brad left your room, jacket in hand.

“Didn’t get any?” Betty made a fake pout at you, smoke breezing past her face as you stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do as you found yourself in a circle with two of Betty’s friends she’d had yet to introduce you to. Sometimes, you wished Betty was your soulmate, but Betty made it clear before you signed the lease that you weren’t her type and truly, you couldn’t see yourself being anything more than friends. And you were the best of friends. Meaning she’d always be the first to comment heart eyes under your pictures and tell you to get that outfit because your booty was doing the thang in that pair of trousers. 

Things would just be easier, if they were easy.

But things weren’t handed on a silver plate for you like they were for others; where they’d been friends with their soulmates since childhood, or lived up the street from them or their soulmate saved their life or something else blindly obvious. And, desperate to find the gold in the treasure chest, you moved upstate to school at NYU. Because great minds and all that. You stood in perfect silence for a minute, chaos never ceasing to happen around you, before Betty decided to make the strangers next to her strangers no more. One shook your hand and said, “I’m Ned.” Oh. So this is who Betty had been raving about? Betty grimaced and placed her hands together to plead with you not to expose her consuming infatuation with her new boyfriend. In a bid to divert the focus, Betty patted the back of the slightly taller one next to Ned, with wispy brown hair and eyes like fresh, raw cocoa. “I’m Peter, nice to meet you.” He shook your hand.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you guys.” You sway your attention back to Ned with a smirk on your face, Betty clutching her solo cup a little too hard, her inner monologue begging you to knock it off. You knew Betty was going to get you back for this, but you needed somewhere else to fixate your gaze since you weren’t sure you could trust yourself not to ogle at Peter. With Brad’s saliva on your neck and having only known him for all of twenty seconds, you weren’t sure if Peter would take to any romantic advances. You weren’t even sure if he’d met his soulmate. “So, I’ve heard a lot about you, Ned.”

“All good I hope.” Ned replies and the room glints with his boyish grin.

“Well-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence, and it was probably for the better. Betty grabbed Ned’s arm, vodka making tiny puddles on the floor, with a huge fake smile plastered on her face. In turn, that only gave you a great, genuine smile, loving to tease your friend. “Baby! We should go to another side of the party!”

“What about Peter?” Ned’s voice was getting lost in the jungle of party goers. “Peter can come.” Peter turned to go follow his friend, but not before mumbling a low, “See you around, Y/N.”, snaking his arms around your back, pulling you in for a quick hug. “See you around, Peter.” 

He didn’t reply. Peter could only give you a thin lipped smile, packaged with a lazy half-nod before he was absorbed by the population around him, just as his friend was. And you cursed yourself that night for not taking your chances and saying more.

History was an 8am class, your only class in the morning. You woke with a a dull ache in your head and a dark mark on your neck that lasted longer than your relationship with the guy that gave it to you. The last thing you wanted was to run into Brad. But destiny offered you the next best thing.

“Oh. Hi, Flash.” You attempted to cover your face with your copy of Romeo & Juliet - if your soulmate was here, the last person you wanted them to see you with was Flash Thompson. Flash was walking backwards as you were walking forwards, unamused by his efforts to corner you. “Can we talk, Y/N?” Flash was Brad’s best friend, so you knew you were in for trouble.

“Can’t Brad speak to me himself? His mouth was working last night.”

“I can see that Y/N. Nice hickey.” You cringed, and Flash could tell he was running out of time to bemuse you. “Brad doesn’t want to bother you if you’re not interested-”

“Oh, so you decide to bother me instead.” You remark, and hop over a couple of steps so Flash had to awkwardly speed up.

“I just wanted to ask where you and him stood. Like, are you breaking up with him? I thought you had a pretty good thing going on.” His pace started to slow again as you slowly ascended up some of the last sets of steps. “I mean, seriously Y/N? What if you guys were soulmates? I wouldn’t wanna give up so easily.”

“That’s true.” You looked down at your sneakers. You hated this version of the world you lived in. Everything was driven by concepts, whether it be the concept of soulmates or the concept of time that left your campus filled with students five years older than they really were, or the concept of good and evil that spawned superheroes who you weren’t sure did more damage to the world than they gave back.

Overall, the concept of fate was once you had to always wrestle with. And you thought that maybe yours was standing at the top of the steps to rescue you from this conversation, ready to make Brad feel the trip of the guilt he and his friend tried to make you feel for not feeling the same way. “Y/N! We have class, c’mon!” Peter waved his goggles at the top of the steps, a knowing smile on his face as Flash looked up at him and glared. 

Peter just had to steal his thunder on a sunny day.

You ran to meet Peter at the top of the steps. “Thank you for bailing me out. You’re a hero.”

Peter was startled. “Who, what, when, where, me?” He scratched the back of his neck and gave you an uncomfortable, stammered loop of laughter. “Hero? Not me. I’m just good ol’ Peter.”

You chuckled as you breathed out another ‘thank you’ and returned the hug Peter had left un-exchanged last night. “I’m guessing you have bio?”

“Guilty as charged. So what’s your major?”

“English Lit.”

“Oo, how long are you planning to work at Starbucks?” Peter remarked as he held to the main door open for you. “Peter?” He hummed in response. “Fuck you.”

You sat next to Betty in History, the professor droning on about something that made you question why you continued to take History, but as your best friend snatched your book from you, you were reminded. “Star crossed lovers, eh?” Betty skimmed through the fights and the love scenes that all culminated to the uncertainty whether Romeo and Juliet were even supposed to be together. 

“Seems like you and Ned these days, huh.” You couldn’t believe that it had taken Betty three months to allow you to meet Ned, nevermind his cute friend. Ever since the ‘boyfriend’ label had been slapped on their little love affair a month and a half ago, you were beginning to see less and less of your best friend. It felt like two people paying for a single household, and with your lease ending in a short time, you worried Betty would almost evaporate from your life completely.

“Almost.” Betty tried to keep it hush, sheepishly grinning, but gave in completely in record time. “We said we’re gonna show each other our tattoos tonight!” She squealed, another student shushing her from the row above.

“Woah, that’s big!” It genuinely felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You realised you’d never gotten as far as Ned and Betty without either you or you partner showing your soulmate tattoo; and when they were never the same, you broke it off. “What if they’re not the same?”

“They will be.” Betty smiled. “I’m sure of it.”

Two loners getting together was never a recipe for success. Betty had given over your number to Ned, who handed it over to Peter, who’d texted you asking for you to come over: ‘wanna make it up to me for this morning at the steps? my bestie is with your bestie, so u wanna get pizza? do you like pineapple?’ 

Sure enough, you were over at Ned & Peter’s within ten minutes, Peter swinging the door open dressed in a tight red and blue top, a hoodie sparsely covering it, with an overexcited greeting of “Mi casa es su casa!”

The energy wasn’t returned. Not just yet. You had to be sure of something first. “Don’t tell me that there’s an American flag top under that hoodie.” Peter looks down at his Spidey suit which he’d completely forgotten he had on between scaling the ceiling in anxious anticipation of your text back. “Having such a boner for the USA is kind of a turn off.”

Peter started cussing under his breath and quickly turned to zip his hoodie all the way up. When he turns back to you, it’s word vomit. “I’m not saying I don’t love this country, I mean, I love Queens. I mean-”

You raise your eyebrows, curious to see where Peter would go with this. “The NYPD fucking hates me,”

“And what would they want with your little ass?” You walk into the apartment. He’d never admit it, but Peter kind of likes the way you bust his balls. It puts him on the spot, makes him want to tell the truth to you about who he really is.

“I mean, I can’t really say-”

“OK. I don’t wanna be an accessory to anything so,” You laugh. “I won’t push. ACAB.” There’s a thud that follows you closing the door. 

“I agree. ACAB.”

A few hours pass with Peter and he’s beginning to unravel. He shows you the photos he’s taken over the years, several of them featuring a fair haired boy you’d never seen around campus before. “Is he your soulmate?”

Peter nearly chokes on the coffee he’d prepared for himself. “No. Harry? In his dreams.” He sets his mug down. “No, uh, that’s my friend. He lives back home in Queens.”

“You say back home like Queens isn’t a 10 minute drive from where we are.”

“Yeah. But it’s not right here.” You weren’t sure if you’d bruised Peter’s feelings, so you move onto another photo. There’s a polaroid that makes a thin pile with another on the table.

It’s the New York City skyline, from all the way up.

“How’d you get a photo from all the way up here?” Peter grabs the photo underneath it, but not before you catch a glimpse. The glossy paper is adorned with an image of a beautiful girl, black necklace around her neck, the scribbles underneath her photo reading ‘MJ, Pre-blip’.

You think this girl is too gorgeous to just be a friend.

But judging by the way Peter reacted when you suggested Harry was the same, you kept quiet. He didn’t want you to see it anyway. 

“I’m really sticky and I climb up walls.” Peter being Peter is relieved he told you the truth, even if you didn’t know it.

“You’re weird, kid.” You thought you were being smooth, but you couldn’t help the way you look at his lips like they hold the answer to every question you’d had in your life.

“Uh-huh. But you like a bit of weird. Maybe Brad was too square for you.”

“Huh?”

“Huh.”

And then when you and Peter kiss, you suddenly understand what poets mean when they call your lips jigsaw puzzles, because yours and Peter’s slot perfectly together. And you get why there’s all these love songs on the radio, and you feel the Earth shift in your mind and you just know this is the unmistakeable indicator that Peter is your soulmate. Another reason you and Peter are destined, when he goes to kiss your neck, it’s like soft little hot touches. 

You liked that kind. 

And a soulmate would just know that, know you like the back of their hand. Right? Right.

Peter rests his forehead on your own, lips swollen. “I don’t want to go anywhere, don’t wanna do anything you don’t wanna do.”

You and Peter cuddle for the rest of the night on his sofa, Ned and Betty doing the same on yours. And the novelty picks back up like clockwork.

“Peter? What if we aren’t soulmates?” you groaned, Peter’s hand on your head, keeping you snug to his chest. You and Peter had been dating close to two months now, Ned and Betty moving to five. In any other relationship, you would’ve called this phase The Ticking Time Bomb. You toyed with the black dahlia that sat perfectly between his pecs. Peter had been to Queens last week. He’d retrieved his necklace from the girl in the photo, MJ. She was an old friend, he said. Him and her? Not meant to be. Maybe in another life, he’d say. Another timeline. Then he’d gesture between the two of you. This. This is meant to be. Us.

Peter shrugged. “What if we weren’t?” Peter had an almost permanent bandage on his ribcage, exactly where your soulmate tattoo was. Where and how Peter got injured was a mystery to you, and he’d never dare tell you no matter how much you pushed. It almost made you wonder if he was keeping any more secrets from you.

You propped yourself up, both hands on his chest. 

“I couldn’t move back in with Betty. She and Ned are soulmates, they need their privacy.”

“Who said you’d ever to move back in with Betty?”

“I couldn’t afford to live by myself, Peter. Not everyone had a Stark internship in high school.”

“Who said you’d have to move out at all?”

“If we’re not soulmates-” Peter moved your hands from his chest and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you in for a loving kiss. “What have I told you? You and me, we’re meant to be. Us.”

But you didn’t have the tattoos to prove it. 

You and Betty were sitting in History class, ignoring the professor’s droning as per usual. Betty had this beaming smile on her face and you were sure if she didn’t say what was on her mind soon, she was going to explode all over someone’s Henry VIII’s notes.

“Betty?”

“Yeah?” She shrieked with scarlet cheeks.

“Spill.”

Betty let out a breath. “Well, since you insisted.” You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend. “I think Ned might propose tonight!”

“I feel like you should be taking me out to dinner before you dump all this load on me.”

Betty’s eyes glazed over, obviously too excited to contain her emotions. “What about you and Peter? The tattoos must match up since you’ve stayed around this long.”

“Actually, I-”

Betty makes an O face at you, which told you she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “C’mon. You haven’t played I’ll Show You Mine if you Show Me Yours?” Betty was in awe. “Y/N! You must really like him.” 

You did really like Peter. That was the issue. You weren’t ready to feel jaded if your tattoos didn’t match up like they all inevitably did in the past. You felt something different for Peter. Betty was right. That was why you stuck around this long. “Hey Betty, is my old room still my room if things between me and Peter don’t work out?”

“Of course, Y/N! I’m here for you til’ the end of the line.” Betty pulled you into a great, big hug.

“OK. Session dismissed.” Your professor echoed. “Everyone can go. Y/N and Betty, stay after please.”

You’d gotten kicked off of History, which was bittersweet. Seeing as History was Betty’s major, your professor had to keep her there - but he was sure ‘she’d flourish once you two were separated.’  

You and Betty walked out of the main entrance, Ned and Peter both waiting for you under the shelter at the top of the steps. Seasons had changed. It was far from the summer day Peter had to spotted you on the way to class. “We’re gonna run in, drink some cocoa. We’ll catch you guys later.” Ned shivered as Betty re-engulfed him in his jacket she’d been holding for the scent. 

Love was weird, but you wanted so bad to be a part of it.

You turned to Peter beside you. “And what are we gonna do?”

“Swinging.”

“Peter, I don’t swing. I’m perfectly happy in our relationship.”

Peter held onto your waist, your head nuzzled into his neck, not daring to look down at the city below you. This was the first time you’d ever experienced something like this, no doubt, but Peter was getting a strange sense of deja vu.

“Y/N!” You didn’t move from your place in his neck, but he knew you could hear him. “I love you. I trust you.”

“You’re-” You didn’t trust yourself to speak. “Fucking.” You opened one eye just to be sure you weren’t dreaming. “Spiderman!”

“I’m something more important: your boyfriend.”

Leave it to Peter Parker to get all sappy with you in the middle of the sky. 

You opened both your eyes now. “What about my soulmate?”

“What?” Startled, Peter lost controls of his webs for a moment, and knocked his rib on the side of a building. Luckily for you, you were lower to the ground.

‘Injury detected,’ Peter’s AI, Karen, stated.

“Yeah, I know, Karen.” Peter stated.

“Is it right there, babe?” Peter nodded, sat on the concrete, and pressed the spider in the middle of his suit. You watched as it became loose.

Your eyes flickered to the bandage on his ribcage. Maybe you had your answers as to how Peter always seemed to be hurt, but you needed your ultimate answer. And it was behind the bandage. “Right here, are you sure babe?”

You were on edge. You weren’t sure what you’d do if fate didn’t allow this to be true. For the sake of your heart.

So you peeled back the bandage.

And you found nothing there but a series of bruises. Your heart was crushed. “Nothing, Peter. There’s nothing there.” You had tears in your eyes, and before long you were ugly crying. This wasn’t a case of the novelty wearing off. This was a case of the novelty being broken down ‘til it can’t function no more.

“That’s a good thing baby, maybe I just need to go to a hospital.”

“No, I mean it Peter! There’s nothing there!” You pull up your heart to reveal a half full shirt printed on your body twenty one years ago, this exact heart only belonging to one other person in the world. But it wasn’t Peter. Even though he had just told you he loved you. “Fuck!” Your voice became incomprehensible, drowned out in tears and squeaks of sorrow. “I’m so sorry, but we can’t see each other any more. T-there is someone out there for me. You need to understand.”

And, unsure if your legs would take you all the way, you made your journey to Betty.

When you made it to Betty’s, she stood in the doorway with a rock on her finger. You couldn’t see that, though, through your tear blurred vision.

“Oh, poor baby.” She immediately embraced you, with Ned circling to your side to group hug you. You sniff into her shoulder. “He’s not-we’re not-”

“My darling.” She pauses. “I’m hoping you got the first month’s rent.” She laughed and you laughed before she pulled you back in her embrace and allowed you to feel what you needed to feel.

It’s often underestimated how miserable you need to be in order to cry yourself to sleep. You didn’t even know you did until you woke in your old room, your old band poster replaced by a calendar titled ‘Ned and Betty Forever’ and you laughed because Ned and Betty hadn’t even known each other longer than than six calendar months.

And you missed your windowsill on which you’d perch and overlook the breathtaking view of Brooklyn, and the even more awe-inspiring view of NYU students hurling after one too many, especially after yours and Betty’s parties.

“Do you guys even clean this room?” You called out. “You got a serious case of cobwebs.”

Peter lowered himself to meet your view. You were about to draw the blinds on him, only to realise Betty and Ned had gotten them removed whilst you were living with Peter.

“Hear me out.”

“I have no choice.” You chew on the flesh of your cheek. “You took a while to find me.”

“You left me for dead.”

It was hard to beat that one.

“Peter, if you have something to say, say it.”

“I’m sorry.” he’s swinging upside down, side to side and it slightly amuses you to think he’s getting dizzy if the last three months were at your expense. “I know how much this soulmate bullshit means to you, and I kept you longer than you would’ve liked. I’m also sorry ‘cause I knew I wasn’t your soulmate from the start.”

You gasp.

“But I wouldn’t in a billion years say that either you or I belong to someone else. MJ is my soulmate, yes. I love her with all my heart, but I believe destiny can change in the same world where people disappear for five years. MJ moved on. I’ve moved on. Who cares about a stupid tattoo? People go to parlours and give themselves their own all the time. People get them removed all the time. I’m getting my black dahlia erased.” Your face softens a little bit at that, you guard slightly down, but you refuse to wave a white flag without first making your point.

You rubbed your rib cage. “I care.”

“Y/N, you’re smarter than to deny what you feel. You’re an English major, studying Romeo and Juliet. You understand the world better than I do, and I’ve been to 600 different versions of it. You have a heart half full on your ribcage and I have half a flower on my foot. Tell me, would a rose by any other name smell as sweet?” 

You know the answer’s the same one Betty gave Ned tonight when he got down on one knee, the same response you’d give Peter if he was to ask you the same question, what you’d tell anyone if they queried if you’d go through what you went with Peter all over again.

You pull down his mask, and look deep into both of Peter’s eyes, and still him from swinging. “Love someone for loving you for a change.”

And you don’t have to say it, Ned and Betty hiss it out for you not so subtly from the windowsill in the livingroom. “Yes!”

So when you and Peter kiss, it’s not about novelties or concepts, fate or tomorrow, it’s just the beautiful bliss that is love, in this moment.

The unmistakable indicator that you and Peter are meant to be.

Fin.

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Genuine non-troll white woman here - you wrote "So I already knew that Good Girls was a white feminism phantasmagoria...But, jesus fucking christ, y'all are just showing your true colours lately. The way you talk about a MOC in relation to a white woman is disgusting." Not asking you to call out specific people or posts or start any kind of flame war but what would be a general example of what you are talking about? I follow a good chunk of people and I'm not seeing this maybe b/c I'm not following the same people, maybe out of willful blindness, maybe I'm not recognizing it - again, b/c of ignorance, etc. Just trying to understand what you mean - and not do it obviously, if I am doing it.

I apologise for taking a longish time to answer this. Honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to get into it. Anyway, I'd first like to say that this is all my opinion. What bothers me might not bother someone else. BIPOC are not a monolith. Even subsections aren't. Not all Mexican trans men are a monolith. Neither are all Japanese lesbians. You get the idea. And that's not even including people like Ben Carson or Caitlyn Jenner—people who support and work for policies that actively harm the marginalised group of which they are a part. Secondly, I know this isn't your intention, but asking POC to tell you what is ok to do and what is not is a slippery slope to "my [blank] friend said this was ok." Finally, the fandom is quite small so it is pretty hard to give general examples. I don't know if it's more trouble to quote specific posts or not, because some will think it is about them anyway. Anything I'm going to mention I've seen on Tumblr, Instagram, Reddit and/or Twitter. But there are definitely popular Tumblr blogs that all push the same narrative. Oh, and one last thing, I haven't seen any of what I'm referring to from people I follow.

Ok, let's go. For a very long time, mainly WOC have pointed out the racial problems within the show and the extremely dismissive attitude about those problems from mainly white women. And while these same women have written thousands (even tens of thousands) or words about Beth (it's always Beth) and her struggles and the amazingness of such a complex female character (ymmv), they brush aside commentary about racism as either nitpicking, not understanding the show is about the 3 women (tell that to all the white men with fleshed-out storylines), or misogyny. The last is especially hostile because they are often talking over Black women and misogynoir is a very real fucking thing that couples the fun of being hated for being a woman with the delight of good old-fashioned racism. They espouse the idea that people having a problem with Beth are all covert & overt misogynists. But talk out the other side of their mouths that they can't possibly be racist even when they support racism in the show or ignore concerns brought up by fans of colour. And that is just the absolute height of hypocrisy. Because by the former they acknowledge that people in a marginalised group (women) can still be anti- that group (a phenomenon with which I agree). But in the latter, suddenly they don't understand that concept.

Specific to the post you are responding to, fans that purport to like Brio write about the relationship in ways that reveal how much of their enjoyment comes from Rio being inferior to Beth. It's all about what he can do for her, how he acts against his best interests for her, how he literally denies himself sexual pleasure for her. Those are all meant to show how in love he is with her. But the show never bothers to tell us why. And, no, this is not because the show is so deep. Other romantic relationships they have scenes that are explicit about the characters' feelings. But Rio, after being shot, after being betrayed, after being mocked, is just so in love with Beth....because. (MYSTERIOUS!) And the Beth stans are more than fine with this because they think everyone should be as obsessed with Beth as they are. But it's bad storytelling. And, in this particular case, it gets into very dicey racist tropes. A white women treating her Latino lover like an afterthought is not the same as a white women treating her white lover like an afterthought. It just isn't. And if some of these fans are as smart as they pretend to be, they know that. They just don't care. Much like the showrunners.

There was so much talk defending the drawn-out Boland marriage because why can't we understand how hard it is for Beth—who is, at various times, claimed to be emotionally abused by Dean or staying with him because it is safe and comfortable—and we don't appreciate how difficult it is for her (I may be one of the few divorced people talking about this show on Tumblr, so this has always made me laugh). Yet there was nothing but glee when Rio flipped on his brousin (who was written as both abusive and safe) for Beth. Where was the empathy for Rio and how hard it was for him? Especially because, unlike Beth, he didn't even have one parent? Hadn't the Beth stans used her very tragical history™️ to explain away her every shitty act? idk, not having any parents and going to jail (as a minor?) and being betrayed by your family seems pretty tragic. But I didn't see them all of a sudden excusing Rio's bad behaviour. Because, feminism or something?

What about Beth's feelings? Last season she spent trying to have him killed. This season she spent looking annoyed by him. Throughout both she talked down to him in a specific white woman way that every BIPOC has experienced, even if some of them are cool with it. There were multiple opportunites for Beth to talk about her feelings with Ruby and/or Annie, but the writers made the deliberate choice to always make it about sex (and god, the immature way they had these three grown women talk was fucking obnoxious). She spent the last 2 seasons also wanting him out of her life to the point that a majority of her actions in S4 were motivated by getting to Nevada with her husband and kids. Beth doesn't care about Rio but Rio needs to put Beth above everything because he's just so in love like he's never been before (which is blatant Marcus & Rhea erasure). And anyone who doesn't think Beth would have just as happily been sitting on that bench plotting how to "run the city" (hahahahaha!) with Nick if the situation worked out differently hasn't been paying attention.

So, what do we have? A white woman who is constantly excused (by the loudest portion of the fandom) for all her ill treatment to her Black BFF & her Black husband, her Asian coworker, her Latina "friend," and Rio (among others) because her life is hard and who is not required to even be nice to her supposed "endgame". And a MOC who is expected to accept being treated poorly by the white woman because he loves her.

And, a last thing, this attitude grossly crossed over into talk about real people when the fans—who self-righteously claimed to be above anon sources or talking about the actors—latched on to the narrative and enjoyed blaming the MOC actor for the cancellation of the show, even dragging his insignificant (in terms of influence) Black wife into it. All while conveniently ignoring that the creator/showrunner is a white woman. The star & producer is a white woman. The people making the decisions at NBCU & Netflix were white women. All white women with so much more power than the Latino actor.

Shit, did I answer your question? I know this is a lot. But I could honestly make mulitple posts on each issue I touched on here. Basically, white people ain't slick, be they content creators or fans. We see how & what y'all talk about. We see that Rio not having a last name is not a big deal to you and we know why that is. So we're fucking tired. And we're over a show that had so much potential crapping all over their POC characters to prop up a white woman. And we're repulsed by the white women in the fandom who use their tears to seem oppressed and who toss around the word misogynist because POC dare call a Karen a Karen.

[ironwoman359]

Okay smart ass. How come you and the other big blogs aren't saying shit about the racism and other problematic things happening in the fandom? Specially when almost all of you were always ready to put your opinions on something as petty as fans criticizing Thomas for how he wears a skirt.

Well, I cannot speak for other ‘big blogs’ because, while I am friends with some of the people who run the blogs that you’re lumping into the ‘big’ cateogory, we are not a monolith. We don’t have a secret group chat where we all decide “today we shall talk about Thomas wearing a skirt and ignore racism on purpose.” I can offer speculation that perhaps more people quickly added their own two cents on the skirt thing because when compared to everything else that was going on in the world, both on tumblr and off it, it was such a simple thing to digest. Everyone was craving something simple at that time, so it was an easy, cathartic thing to jump in and say “hey, don’t be mean in people’s inboxes” and proceed to stop thinking about almost just as fast. Anyway, like I said, I can’t speak for other people, only for myself. So since you apparently want me to, I’ll speak for myself. 

“How come you and the other big blogs aren’t saying shit about the racism...”

I am white. It is not my place to speak over poc about racism. It is my place to reblog their posts, elevating their voices without commentary. That is something that I learned this year, and it is something I intend to continue to practice. I do recall making one post in early June, about not using the b/l.m tag on fanart posts, but after seeing several poc express that they wanted white people to talk less and listen more, I elected to make no more original posts about the subject and stick to reblogging without comment. If you’re looking for some good posts about racism in the sanders sides fandom, here are a few good ones. Though most of the posts about racism that make their way across my dash and subsequently onto my blog are less fandom focused and more broad. 

“...and other problematic things happening in the fandom?”

This is where I must repeat what I said the other day; this could relate to any NUMBER of things, and unless you are more specific I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you talking about callouts for specific creators? There were two that happened over the summer that I know about, but A) again, those were about racism, so I chose not to muddle the conversation with my voice, and B) the works being discussed in those situations were works I was personally unfamiliar with, and thus did not feel like I had enough information to state an opinion publically (which again, as I understand it, would have been unneccessary additions to an issue I have no authority to speak on). 

So maybe you’re talking about the Twitter callouts, or the situation with the artists for the Storytime Madlibs video? Again, I felt as though I lacked sufficient need/information to make any statements about those issues. I have a twitter, but I barely use it, and don’t use it for the fander community at all. I had NO IDEA what any of that stuff people were talking about was, and still don’t, and since I don’t use Twitter and am not in that community, it seemed pointless to speak about. That is not to trivialize any hurt or harm that was caused or experienced during those events, just to say that I have nothing to do with them, which is why there’s nothing about it on my blog. (The joke I made about fandom twitter was supposed to be universal and relate to how all the twitter discourse these days seems to be a rehash of tumblr discourse from five years ago. Bad timing on my part I guess, oh well.) And, being 100% honest here, I don’t think I even watched the Storytime Madlibs video. If i did, I don’t remember much about it. I know that when it came out that the artists were underpaid, I reblogged one or two posts about how content creators should not be put on pedestals and are not perfect, but the rest of that situation was centered around the artists involved in that video, and since I was not one of them nor did I know any of them personally, it seemed like something that again, I shouldn’t bring up because I didn’t know anything about it. From what I understand, a solution is/was being worked out, but I haven’t heard anything recently. 

Or by ‘problematic things’ do you mean the existence of remrom, or unsympathetic sides, or how I’ve been in this fandom for over 3 years and our anon hate problem has never gone away, or the rampant purity culture, or the pervasive ageism, or literally a dozen other things, some of which are genuine issues and some of which are simply differing opinions being handled with all the grace of an elephant on roller skates? I’ve said it over and over again on this blog, but this fandom is not perfect. No fandom is perfect, but this one in particular has a reputation for being ‘pure’ and ‘wholesome’ for some reason; a reputation that it has never upheld by the way, because, shocker, fandoms are made of humans, and humans are not flawless porcelein dolls. We’re incredibly flawed creatures, and mistakes are inevitable. The sooner we all accept that and start treating our mistakes as an opportunity to learn and grow and do better next time instead of a signal that we were always worthless pieces of garbage that had no chance to do anything other than fuck up, the better off we’ll all be. 

And may I reiterate: look outside this website for a minute. There is SO MUCH going on in the world right now, every single one of us is utterly exhausted, we are suffering from a massive traumatic event, several massive traumatic events at once, actually, forgive me if my attention is spread a little thin at the moment. 

I’ll readily admit, there have been posts in the past several months that I’ve seen, read, and then not reblogged. Often this is because I feel as though the post that I am seeing does not have the full picture, and that it would be irresponsible to reblog only that part of the ‘discourse.’ And most of the time, I just don’t have the mental energy to go looking for the full story on whatever the Issue of the Week is. And I shouldn’t have to. Because at the end of the day, what I put on my own blog is my business, and no one else’s. There’s not some rule list that magically appears once you pass 1,000 followers that tells you what you must and must not do as a blogger. I am not required to weigh in on every little thing that happens in this fandom just because a lot of people in it follow me, and in fact, NO ONE is obligated to reblog something regardless of how many followers they have. If you are dissatisfied with the posts I make and/or reblog, you’re welcome to unfollow, there’s no rule that says you have to stay. But my energy is so limited these days, and I’m not going to devote what little free time and headspace I have to figuring out the ‘Correct’ take on fandom discourse.

I’d like to end by once again reiterating what many have said beffore, that racism is not the same thing as fandom discourse. It is always my goal to not speak over the voices of poc, and if in this post I have done that in any way, I’d like to apologize. Poc are welcome to DM me so that we can discuss it in any such instance, whether on this post or any other from the past or that comes up in the future. I am still working on unlearning racism, and know I am likely to make many more missteps on that journey. Stay safe out there everyone. 

[liyawritesss]

Hello, I'm a new follower and I love your blogs aesthetic it's very calming, something that more needed in these weird times. Anyways, I hope you're doing well and are taking care of yourself. Can I humbly request (feel free to ignore this if you want) relationship headcanons with Zuko? Hope you're taking care of yourself and are drinking water.

A Relationship w/ Fire Lord Zuko Would Include...

Thank you so much lovelie! You're so sweet. You actually just reminded me to drink some water 😅😅

I see you've got an eye for the Fire Lord, aye? I don't blame you- who doesn't love emotionally scarred, touch-starved men? I'll be doing Fire Lord Zuko for this one since it wasn't specified for pre or post coronation, so I hope that's okay!

Warnings: fem! black/poc! reader, vague mention of past abuse

Zuko may have been in a relation ship once with Mai, but to be quite honest the reason that relationship didn't work out was because both were takers. Both wanted something the other couldn't give, which resulted in fighting, doubts, distrust, and eventually separation.

Therefore, it would, be best for Zuko to have someone that understands he can't just give himself competely to someone, regardless of how much he wants to, because he wasn't build like that (Wow look at that the demiromantic hc came out).

Zuko would have had to known you for some time before feelings started to blossom. And even then he'd deny them, constantly trying to convince himself that you were just a friend to him and nothing more.

However, its those moments when you show him how understanding and accepting you are that he can't kid himself anymore about what he feels in his heart.

Once he's ready to let himself be loved, oh boy, you're in for a ride.

He's super attentive of you, remembers what you like and dislike, remembers topics of conversations to bring back up later on, and always considers your opinion on situations.

At the beginning he's a bit awkward, especially with physical touch. He's almost always blushing because it's a new experience for him, and he's not sure what to do that won't make you upset or embarrass him.

He's not the best with physical affection, and we all know why.

You'll have to take the lead for a bit in this aspect, but once he's out of that nervous shell, he'll be the one to initiate it. Always in private though, he doesn't think he can handle being so close to you around people. He might just burst.

In this sense, if it's not simple hand holding than PDA is off the table.

Won't admit he's a cuddlebug, but he definitely is. Sleeping with you brings him so much comfort, and he feels safe and secure in your arms. Will definitely be the kind of person to pull you closer to him if he feels you moving away, or while when it's time to get up for the day.

Depending on his love language, Zuko would either give you small trinkets, take you on walks in the garden, or just pull you into an enveloping hug when you're alone. He might even try to write you something, and although he's embarrassed, he wants you to understand the raw emotions he has for you even if they're a jumbled mess on paper. They'd be even worse coming out of his mouth, so writing them down was his only option.

If you bed him enough, he might let you take a ride on his dragon. And if he sees how much you enjoy it, he'll make it little once a month date kind of thing

Zuko's self conscious of his scar, but will allow you to see it, touch it, kiss it, because it's the most vulnerable part of himself that he wants to share with you.

People pity him for it, even now, and so to know that you see it as a part of himself that's made him a better person, it makes him extremely happy.

If you run your hands though his hair, he'll definitely fall asleep on you. And he won't be sorry about it. He fucking loves it and has no shame in asking for you to do it for him after a stressful day.

As much of a reputation Zuko has to hold up as Fire Lord, he'll turn into the softest puppy for you. And he won't let anyone talk down on your name. Let someone challenge your honor, and he's gonna turn super scary super quick.

He won't abuse his power as Fire Lord, but one look i to those eyes and whoever spoke bad about you will scatter like roaches he also has other personal to take care of the situation oop-

The Gaang all love you, and often make jokes about how you agreed to date him. Sokka teases Zuko about how much he loves you, but at some point Zuko just ignores the watertribe boy. Partially because it's annoying having to say the same thing over and over again, partially because Sokka's not entirely wrong when he says Zuko's head over heels for you.

The one thing Zuko asks of you is to be honest with him. Call him out on his bullshit, hold him accountable, treat him like the adult he wants to be. You're his backbone, someone who he can rely on, who he comes to when he needs support. And as much as you and support him and love him, Zuko wants you to be real with him to. He can't be a proper ruler with people sugarcoating things for him.

He may be scarred, but he's still a person who deserves love and he's glad to have you be his lover.

I feel like I didn't do justice for Zuko. Honestly he's such a complex character that it's hard for me to articulate for him. Then again, it's his complexity that makes me love him as well. I hope this fits what you wanted, lovely!

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